Woorden:
Throwdown Deathless

I lived in shame eighty-seven days I wore the scars of failure Forsaken but this is my crusade Is this the undertow of tragedy? The question? begs an

I don't need a reason I don't need to explain I'm told that death's in season I don't need to be saved But you... you tried so fucking hard Can't seem

Was it something I said That bruised or broke your fragile skin, my friend? But how could I Have known the dead would be so sensitive? The cretin king

In my youth the ghost stepped through me, and life was never quite the same A new dark truth, a cursed recluse, left choking on the bitter shame I force

GO! Caught between this great hole of divide Not quite dead but still not quite alive Quite alive Now go Into the light But I can't tell you The reasons

Hold on through the wake, dear For the severing I'll be here in the ether Weathering, weathering the storm Sing softly the eulogy This requiem of mine