a man with your face
see him still wondering
searching for your grave
needles called luster
it's only a one night stand
and you are six feet under
dead by your own hand
as you lost your destination
something drilled holes in your soul
it's time to meet your maker
raise the relief on your temple
as you lost your destination
something drilled holes in your soul
it's time to meet your maker
raise the relief on your temple
make them blame themselves
regret the deceased
until the truth kills it's novelty
attrition of their beliefs
as you lost your destination
something drilled holes in your soul
it's time to meet your maker
raise the relief on your temple
it's the pain that calls the tune
those heartbreaking moments
mislaid it all
all the happiness
you can die at your leisure
make them blame themselves
regret the deceased
until the truth kills its novelty
attrition of their beliefs
