every second seems so meaningless just like
a whirlwind of dust and all you witness is
a part of me the one that I distrust
I am the fallen one and I don't give a fuck
at all so just step aside digging your every sin in my mental crawl
but as I look into your empty eyes and taste the coldness of your heart
I feel the poison rushing through my veins slashing my soul apart
I fell from grace and cursed your name burnt to ashes just to rise again
I fed my lust upon your anger and shed my seed into your embers
(and still feels like the first time) entwine the sense in this place of anger
and for a very last time let me see your soul burning and as
I kneel among the ruins of the chambers of the morgue
I know that I'll be here waiting for the centuries to come