devour my black roses
and spit them out again
a real pest never dozes
descendant of a man

it's all that I can think about

destroy the shattered pieces
that are poisoning our veins
there's nothing but relief left
when I'm bleeding on my grains

can I hold you in my life
'til their voices get quieter?
can I paint it with your knife
'til the wasteland gets brighter?

I witnessed all your demons
and I counted them like sheep
suppressing all those feelings
'til the fever hits my sleep

keep covering their mouths

can I follow your direction
just to be a part of yours?
'cause there's nothing but reflection
that cuts off my remorse

the morass of the hunters
keeps us nailed to the door
like the petrol of their lanterns
they want to burn us sore

we are the rot that we sold
dark shadows of our stealth
we are pests of this world
and hostage to ourselves

my catharsis I'll follow
just to be a part of yours
got a ticket out of(f) sorrow
I won't miss any more shores