And doesn't this road lead back nowhere at every turn?
Misanthrope
Despise those of this flesh
Can this torment bring me peace?
They flood the margin to feed the treatment
A cure that will never come
She becomes a study
Doesn't hope leave her?
Damned
I despise those of this flesh
Misanthrope
Can the end of my rope reveal a cure?
Misanthrope
Can I abandon my spite, my bitterness?
Can this torment give me peace?
Misanthrope
To the saviors who betray me with every breath,
Who sell themselves at every turn as they sink beneath contempt
They let her rot I'd love to claw out your heart, to deny you the breath
Misanthrope
I despise those of this flesh
Gloom kills Gloom kills time
Gloom kills time once spent on love
Rock
Can this torment bring me peace?
Drowning in the white and bottomless
Hypothermia in the cold and sterile
Hooks in flesh drag her under
All I can pray is they become yours
They become yours
Can this torment give me peace?