• It's in this wake that I find myself
    Losing the will to resume this hell
    When every breath is a dying wish
    It's harder to fallow the point of this

    This broken place that I call my home
    Has deepened the sorrow that i have sown
    And I can't erase what is in my heart
    I want it to finish before it starts

    My own solution insufficient again
    No false illusion, this devouring threat
    I break the vessel, giving air to its red
    And open my fate to the darkened sky