Deaf and senseless, a cold dead world
Pride for the fairest, devout bores
Black painted hearts are everywhere
Coated in red, swearing bullets your way
Deaf and senseless, a cold dead world
Deaf and senseless, a dead-end tunnel
They see us, lust labor In December, signed in blood
I’ll never be coming back
I put dots on the jugular, come and stay the night! For the toast
Wrap your angst serve it on bones of agony
For idleness had rot our heart to be free
Cut there, my dear
No fair dawn nor eyelids meet
For heaven do not wait
