Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful?

Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite?

Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence

Cast my heart a veil and revelate such nothingness...



Mother...

Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken

Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins

Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless

Your love obscene to the fact I died that day...



Father...

Lifeless...worthless...existance

You have obtained life from me...I am dead..

Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken

Menstruate such a fate and I suffer for your sins

Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless

Your love obscene to the fact I died that day...



...In your arms, in your embrace, still life scorned in me

I only bleed, Im human

Found wings sail into withering....

Alive?



Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful?

Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite?

Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence

Cast my heart a veil and revelate such bitterness...

Suffer