There're no goodbyes Nothing to miss in darkness There is nothing to live for If not free from the world Loneliness is all there is In a fake world without authenticity Anything true has gone into the void Everything pure has been poisoned Endless searching for goodness Tis a bitter road for naught There is nothing good anymore Tis all gone into the black hole We dream of the stars and yet We poison everything we touch Some things are best left alone We'll destroy the Earth a

I close my eyes Dream of a new day Far from this plain From a world so cold Shut off the lights Shut of the mind Leave it all behind Wake up far away from here Away from the hurt Far from the agony The misery in the dark The light slipping away Death drawing dear Tis just around the corner The walls closing in Shutting the door from this world No more tears, or fears Not a single drop wasted On a cold world as this The darkness turning to abyss No sun shinning No hope coming

No glory in this story Not a glimpse to rinse No king or prince Not even a queen Raising hell to turn the tide Riding into the night Ride or die to soar to the sky In this hour without the power Dying and shedding, the killing Breaking and cracking, no healing Turmoil to foil as we boil We need a fucking stampede Not for good or evil Because we battle the devil This is all for survival We need a fucking revival To turn each and every head Before we're all dead inside They lie

A stargaze in a maze Searching for a glaze Not to haze as I gaze Under the stars this phase So many people a far So many near yet far A lot with naught but scar Not to live in par A system systematically and dramatically Ever changing, rearranging, it's damaging Ruin again and again with naught but ruin Not a glimpse or taste, not even a little Heaven People don't choose to be born or from where Born into ruin, in sin, in hell to tell naught Not a tale to listen or glisten, n

The storm comes and leaves Blossoming flowers in spring Devastation in the wake Come the morning Birds chirping Sun shinning Cometh again the night Aching memory, no melody The remedy of this darkness Far from sight, far from eyes Wind blowing, rain falling Sun leaving, moon rising Rince and repeat Never ending sorrow What shall come tomorrow The morrow without meadow A meadow in the midst Beauty as a flower Beauty as the sun The flower dies Or ever is the night Beauty or nau