I'm running through the darkness of your world;
I'm creeping through the winter of your soul;
I'm longing for your answer,
I'm waiting for your call,
But you can't hear the tune of my old song.
I can't ignore the meaning of your words;
I won't forget your brutal noisy chords;
I'm trying to resist you,
Your everlasting whores,
But you've put razor blades into my throat.
I try to make a space you don't possess,
Suppressing everything you unsuppress;
So you don't recognize me
When I'll put on you dress
And then I'll eat your heart out of your chest.
Such a fool,
Why can't you see
Just a tool
For wanton kills.
To make believe
Is not a hay
But major chief.
You've never dreamt of happiness at all;
You've never loved and always wanted more.
Destruction's an instruction
For you to carry on
As if nothing had happened here before...