As for myself I would have kept it all buried six feet down her throat,
but her loneliness forced her to rise from the dead..
Hoping to stand upon her fainted memories.
Unreachable, she prays for her savior to come and wash away the guilt..
Another pointless attempt to escape the forgotten.
Miserable, she vomits the poison while dreaming about all those nights she was raped..
Ties a rope around her neck, free of sin.. Another rotten carcass is awakening, she's awakening.
As for myself I would have kept it all buried six feet down her throat..
As she sails the night only one thing comes to mind.. Pray to god to save her life.
Inconsolable, she lays on her knees bleeding through her eyes, no more deceit..
The bitch is dead.. Awakening, she's not awakening..