(most of the changes accour toward the end of this)

It pounds out old emotion like blood run cold
How can it be that passion's grown old?
It mustn't be true yet it couldnt be a lie
I wont believe and i wont even try

What cure is death but solitary confinement
Is a man worth more then devil's commitment
Does it really come to this that i must surely die
Eyes open eyes close nothing breathed, failed sighs

Beauty unmatched and a heart of stone-encased nails
I thought much better of it till now as it all fails
Dumping buckets of blood to cover fake snow
Im sorry I still dont want you to ever know

It was me that one night with face and eyes bright
Embracing the lies forgetting i'd loose sight
My goals lie dead I still have yet to attain
A promise to stay the course and thereby gain

The perfect freedom and bliss I so miss


(in progress)