Asleep is the rose, in tired innocence... dreaming time away.

Secure in the comfort of slumbers faint embrace.

Blissfully ignorant, unaware of the imminence...

Recurring memories emerge from the deep...

Of old secrets unforgotten sleep.

They sink beneath the surface just long enough for you to breathe.

Then return to choke you when you wake up alone.

Shredded inside... there's one place left to turn.

A long-term problem, a temporary remedy,

But fuck it all anyway you can pretend to be happy.

So many years of pathetic lies, empty promises

And unfulfilled dreams are scattered like dust into the winds.

Looking for the sun that eclipsed behind black feathered wings.

Tomorrow never comes, there was only ever one day...

But now it's too late.



The inequity of fate

The pains of love and hate

The heart-sick memories

That brought you to your knees



And the times when we were young

When life seemed so long

Now you are left alone

Where did it all go wrong

Day after day

You burned it all away

(and it's too late)



All the hate that feeds your needs

All the sickness you conceive

All the horror you create

Will bring you to your knees