Curl Up And Die. Absolute Denial Of The Ultimate Nullifier. Zeneszám

Bury the knife deep within my chest and with one last kiss goodbye I'll shut my eyes for a final time. Whether or not I found this falling I will carry the strength of the dead and be buried by the fear of these thoughts. And just like those pictures, I am melting through your hands. These demons dividing, they burned out our one sun and I cower beneath it all. I'll find them overhead. Death from above.