Torment Me

Blacked

Softied

Don't neutralise in thoughtfulness

Strangeing

The water

Pollute me

By the love they lost for you

For you



Drainageity

The senesces

Running from the sacrifice

The got you

At fin foyn

Letning you

For those who died, who died



Torment me



Lusting yourself with emptiness

You can't connect the dreams they sent

Doing the things lay they all expect rage

Free from all the thoughts they had



Suicide