I wish and hope that I would die
I want to be your suicide
among your dreams in which you hide
from the hells that struck me blind

Your life is wasted
I know you wont last long
upon the meeting of our faces
I know you wont be strong
and my pain still owes you...

I'm sick of waiting
you've lost your soul
how cold are you now?
that you've lost your soul
my pain still owes you...
it knows the giver of its life.
I bring you all these sins
from the depths of your soul
I bring you everything
you did now want to know
you always knew I would come
to split down your soul

You think you're hiding
you won't last long
you think I'm fading
but I'm never gone
and my pain still owes you...
it knows the giver of it's life

Aerik Babral