The god of deception

a man with your face

see him still wondering

searching for your grave



needles called luster

it's only a one night stand

and you are six feet under

dead by your own hand



as you lost your destination

something drilled holes in your soul

it's time to meet your maker

raise the relief on your temple



as you lost your destination

something drilled holes in your soul

it's time to meet your maker

raise the relief on your temple



make them blame themselves

regret the deceased

until the truth kills it's novelty

attrition of their beliefs



as you lost your destination

something drilled holes in your soul

it's time to meet your maker

raise the relief on your temple



it's the pain that calls the tune

those heartbreaking moments

mislaid it all

all the happiness

you can die at your leisure

make them blame themselves

regret the deceased

until the truth kills its novelty

attrition of their beliefs