We are the damned, We are the torn, the only rose that hasn’t a single thorn. We live this hell to be reborn, to be denied all salvation and be embedded in this nation. We’ll cross our souls and hope to die the next life will still be a lie, these thoughts and things so unspoken, love my child is provoking. Speak those words that will soon be forgotten We are the damned, We are forgotten. We now stand, blade to neck and drown in blood, all hands on deck. It shall be now half past midnight, half past life that is oh so corroded. Sorrow embraces my corpse and drowns me in my blood. Now my child don’t you see your souls never to be free, so make your chose and use this blade to end this live so decayed. We are the damned, We are the bleeding, We are the who are in needing.
 L3thal Ch3micalz · Mon Feb 25, 2008 @ 11:45pm · 1 Comments |
