Would you listen if I told you that my inside's driving me crazy?
Would you accept this, or rather reconsider, recalculate?
Please listen to me as I unveil my state...
I hate to be so violent and I hate to be so heartless
But it is all that I can do and feel, it's all that I can be
I am sick of being tired and I tire of being sick
And I cannot believe I'm losing (again), but I believe I'm losing it.
Getting used to losing is what I did all these past years, as my days consisted of nothing
But trauma and fear
Further and further
Detached from the people, the few I cared about, the one I cannot be without.
Screaming her name in the dark, seeking her eyes in the sky
Skyshard - doesn't matter, out of reach anyway.
Daybreak and Daybreaker, what have I become?
Detoxed blood in my veins and it still feels wrong.
Some moments I spend with running over this blackened pages of my yesterdays
Nothing is what I mostly see, but beyond it, I remember your epiphany...
Sanguine hair, pale skin, blue-eyed angel, but a devil within
Abandoning what could have been without losing a word about what we have been.
And sometimes I still wonder, what fucking happened that tore us asunder
Pals since ever, no more, never, tell me why - I never spoke of forever.
Never, I never spoke of forever.
But you will be
replaced.
Months ago, you were
the one and some months in the future you’ll just be someone
You’ll just be
someone I used to have feelings for,
You’ll just be a
decision I don’t regret anymore.
You will be replaced
and your name will be erased from its place within my heart.
You will be erased
from your place within my heart, a place you roamed from the start.
I still hate to be so violent but I adore to be so heartless
And nothing, nothing can change my mind because you're goddamn fucking worthless
By now ire is all I've left for you, you'll join the fucking gap between chapter one and two
Good luck with fighting the malice you'll find there, you won't survive this blight
Prepare for your final fight.
(I never)
Neither war paint nor charms... (forever)
Neither soldiers, friends nor arms...
Will help you fight my catastrophe --
The pulsing, convulsing, catastrophic disease.
I never (I never) spoke of forever.
I never (ever) spoke of forever.