This Cold Floor We Know Too Well. Hearts Poisoned With Pride.
Black Blood Dotting Our Warmth.
Ending Our Contentment.
This Place Is A Contorted Altar.
I Must Seek Strength From Somwhere,
For Ive Reduced Myself To Nothing. We've Been Here One Thousand Times.
Cold Idle Hands, Floor-welcomed Knees.
Hello Autumn- I Need Not Your Companionship. Doubtless I Stand;
Laying My Heart Into The Hands Of Eternity.
Revive Me Doctines!
Await The Day, When All Our Blood Will Wash Away.
The World's Balance I'm Too Familiar With;
Selfishness Outweighs Genorosity
Blindness Produced By Your Own Hands Afront Your Face.
Lips Bleeding With Guilt.
Frightful Little Fiends.
If These Words Mean Nothing; Than Where Is The Conclusion?
Lyricism Aside, Christ Is The Deduction