lyrics
Moments slip through tired hands
as I frantically search in the dark
Shards of time from an hourglass
as it slashed at my birth from the start
My invocation has fallen to pieces
All hope has fallen too fast
An exhibition of endless sorrow
An implication its starting to last
(Chorus 4x)
Lacerations that form of faces
Paradox of broken hearts
Lacerations that form of faces
Paradox of broken hearts
My sordid soul
My lucid bones
goth / deathrock / darkpunk / postpunk