The trail of blood dropping from your skin
Left me standing by your doorstep, endless misery
The scars of every word come inbetween
Underneath the surface, the silent melody
Try to fill the void, the incomplete
The first of thousand movements, echoes of a sin
The living proof of mankind once redeemed
The past condemned us all to eternal suffering
As we drowned in this ocean of fake sympathy
Find me at the bottom if something persists
Hope is an illusion for the optimistic
Inside the void, we're blind
I'm bursting open. Now I'm bursting open
Turning hope to deception