Not a tear is shed
as your heart is traded
needs already met
but chest remains vacant
till needle jets red
this thought never ages
a stain kept till death
in need of an afterlife

On time,
enough to catch the ending
be left with nothing sentimental when spending
each moment fucked
Giving up, giving up
on life
cos I have seen the beauty
now nothings ever gonna be enough to me
each moment fucked
giving up, giving up

Like storms we hold the bad in
or we just start falling
with nothing but emptiness
until we hit the ground
There's nothing but now
reflected in memories
we cause our own fate
in need of an afterlife

When it boils down to shit
Rest for it
When choices consequent you'll rest for ever

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