Consumers blood gulch, you wasted a life that could of been bought.
Like a sword to the flies, you give off like water to the vine.
We wasted time as much as we stated a line, a state that couldn't connect.
And blood washed up to the neck.
Death has a strong taste to a mouth that is filled with deceit.
When you search for a world with a seed then a gravestone is all you need.
All these animals and insects gather into the night, conserving the power to survive.
A bee hive is as tight as a concubine, whats worse is that everything dies because of mankind.
We blame God for the deaths, but we don't blame ourselves for the traps.
I rolled over and found a look on my back, like I've been stabbed to death.
Struggle is the eye that squints and I don't blame the poor for wanting to quit.
We are just a mile away from heaven as we dig a ditch closer to hell.
I promise you this we won't ever have another chance like this.
At least when the world ends it will be our eyes that go blind.
I'll keep your heart in mind, because you are the last one alive.
Many rejoice to the crowd as the audience gets louder and louder.
This war becomes the wave, and the storms begin to crave.
The sky begins to cry when rain soaks the blood of our minds.
We water this world back to life, but evil will grow in time.
Set back the demons from our souls, so all the flowers may grow, and He can flow without any struggle at all.
Many will die to protect their lives. When I will die to live my life.
Join me in the course of time, "This world breeds, but this world is not a soul that we need." Something I tell myself to stay free.
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