Watch,
as their insides die.
Tangled intestines
of a blood soaked
dream.

Your camera lens
is lying and life
ain't such a pretty
picture now.

This rapture is bleeding.
A sevenfold masterpeice.
The masses are dying.
Fed up with your lies,
terrorized by the norms
that you instill in their lives.

Elegance is bleeding
cold tears of remorse.
To give in or hold strong.
I don't know which one
is worse.

Dust and summer have
settled with the rain.
Shedding the past 12 months
like it's something to be throw
away.

Shedding these tears.
These past 12 months.
Like it's something to be
torn. Like it's something
you don't care about.

Shedding these 12 months.
Like it's something you can't
live without. Like it's something
you don't give a fuck about.