Become this death as spite leaves your tongue, when double meanings kill my interest This new mind (someone take my hand) will have it's new hand to wash away your mistakes with blood
All you are is words you speak, to hide wounds from angelic eyes
Last words won't stop your world from burning, so read this picture of what you are I am blessed in ways of silence and how your kingdom, the victim, shall inherit
From the book of youth; (with faded pages) stay closed, lessed this spine crack and reveal (I remember shoulderlength summers) From the book of youth; stay closed, lessed this spine crack and reveal
All you are is words you speak (I will rise above them)