Distinct metallic noises,
The softness of her breath on your skin,
Red freely flowing,
Cuts noticeably showing,
This feeling is being brought down upon us,
Like the rain from the skies,
Are we alone?
Who do we care for?
Why are we here,
What do we exist for?
A boy smiles,
A girl cries,
He speaks softly,
All she hears is lies,
Is he truthful?
Or is this a game,
Does she mean it?
Or is this just pain,
Red fills the skies,
I'll kill your pride,
My inner demon is high,
And watches till the time is nigh,
Red fills my skies,
I'm full of hatred inside,
I don't have any clue why,
But sometimes I think about,
How you all should die.
How we'll fill the skies,
Skin pushing forward,
With the grace of a razor,
Blood set into stone,
Breaking the altar of flesh and bone.
Skin pushing forward,
I'll birth your new ideas,
Skin pushing forward,
But I'll kill you just to feel...
Real..
If you can really call it that anymore..
