This bloody rain won't stop tonight,
I'll have to sit right here and fight
Those monsters in me, will obey
So hail, the rain just wants to stay.
I'm weak, I'm sober, I can't fly
Accept the things I can't deny
Forgive those who have caused me pain,
Relax... there is no hope to gain.

Just hate yourself,
And hate the world,
The things you can't control,
Sip from the cup of blood
You made, YOU'RE blood
To rule them all.
Excelerate the rush you feel
By adding foreign cup
A foreign knife
A foreign blood
A foreign tear you drop,

And then the muse shall come and greet,
And then that voice again,
Fear, anger, pain and grief
Will slowly disappear,

Survive your own attack my friend,
My mate, my soul, my knife,
My raging anger, becomes a tear
Preparing for a fight,
And hell I'll win this time
Tonight, this war is mine,
Beg for your life, my knight
You're running out of time,

Forgiveness, is just not your ace,
You wasted all your power,
And I shall come so far from grace
And build the highest tower.
Forget revenge been there done that,
This time I'm being serious,
"Just leaving you"; is that your trick?
Or am I just delirious?

Surprise
You made a stamp,
You ruined all my world.
My peace has come to saddest end,
Now I'm a wounded soul,

Compare myself to gracious things
To keep myself from sanity,
Your grime all over me again,
Protects me from your vanity.
My stricken ego has just died,
From there proceeds the body,
An automated stilted soul
So lonely, with nobody

Surrounded by fake faces
Alone I march ahead
Preoccupied by traces
Of you, the walking dead.