One, two, three, four
I will not be your little fucking martyr
Bring it on, get it on
Dominate the place

Scathed and scarred
My body bleeds for more
The bubbling hate and heated moments
Turn the fires up to the skies
Screwing and enslaving like there is no god above
Oh friendly now and fiendish now
Oh little craven doll.

My spine is crooked from lying alone

Dripping from the skies
The violence is mine
The war within my lies
The mindset of the swine
The ragged haunted eyes
Of the need, so divine

My spine is crooked from lying alone

When I die don’t remember me like this,
Don’t dwell on my addiction to the order.

I wish I counted the days and not the days I had left

Stop the sirens, mute the cries
Close the chapter and meet the skies, going
Further

Going on
Going back
Almost gone
But what was that?
Swan songs
Eternal black
Death’s won
Through the crack
I go.

I found the meaning of life
And it cut like a knife
Further and further I bled
Bleeding out I fled.

We will all burn
We will all burn
We will all burn
And as I stand I fall
Further
My spine is crooked from lying alone

When I die don’t remember me like this,
Don’t dwell on my addiction to the order.

I wish I counted the days and not the days I had left

Stop the sirens, mute the cries
Close the chapter and meet the skies, going
Further

My spine is broken from holding all these lies

When I die don’t remember me,
Don’t dwell on my existence or my doings in life.

I wish I counted the days and not the days I’d left behind

Stop the sirens, mute the cries
Close the chapter and meet the skies
Going on to the end