The time of life is missing parts
With punctured wounds they cry their lies
With more than one reason for war
They´ll make you numb, they make a block

For that you´d know just where you are
You´re in the way a bastard child
The light of day has turned to night
You´ll burn with me
Side by side

See the doors opened
Come inside for a light
Open heart to feel
You are still nothing

I have something for you
A little treat a pointed shoot
What I get of this?
Your hurt!

This of me
Dying I mean
Blessed be
Silence comes stealing

Waking up - Wake me again when I´m really dead
This hole - Of life I knew, was once mine
Despair - Where to go when options have left
Smooth lead - To an oven where to have my head
If anything - Would ever come close to any good
It´d still fit - Amazingly to the shittiest category
Destruction - On this world all should be gone
I am god

Silence comes stealing!

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