maybe tomorrow won't be different, but you still must find out.

On, on, on, on,
'til days cannot seize you.
How, how, how, how,
a razor deceives you.
Cross pain's haunted sea,
take one last breath and suffocate in a delusion.
On fire you burn for me.

In all your thinking
you did not plan for this,
and now you lie and bleed
thinking you did the right thing,
made the right move, made the right choice.
Inside you scream out, "take me now! while the pain is good."

Cross pain's haunted sea,
take one last breath and suffocate in a delusion.
On fire you burn for me.

believe

have you seen the way you look?
do you believe the lies they're telling you?
we've been apart for some time now;
I haven't seen you for awhile now.
Still, I don't know how to tell you,
or even if I should try to;
I haven't grown how you're growing,
and I don't know where you're going.
But now that I've come to realize
that you and I have the same eyes,
don't even try to convince me.
I've done my share of convincing.
if I turn my back on you now,
and I turn my head for my lifetime,
maybe you'll grow, maybe not.
might as well give up- why not?

death before devotion

Life as seen through wandering eyes:
mists of evil fill the breeze...
they breathe in deep the morning's cries
to spread their hatred through the seas.
If, by chance, their fate appear
to them in sudden fashion,
will time enough they have
to understand what they have done?