The voice in my head is talking again
She don't know what to say
All that she knows is that to run
When she brings the flames
If the end of the world was today
Could she articulate
Could you just see into her eyes
If she wants you to live or die
Words overlap upon the page
Ink still drips through the age
Blood fills the negative space
Should I take this to the grave
I painted most of the walls
In a crimson shade of grey
Dripping down onto the floor
Filled with the remains
The chaos from apocalypse
A purge of disdain
No more broken records
Just char, ash and flames
The words overlap upon the page
The ink still drips through the age
Blood fills the negative space
Should I take this to the grave
Take it to the grave
The voice in my head is talking again
She knows what to say
But no one understands the words
No one but my brain
The hate has dissipated
This twisted nature fate
Beautiful survivor
Is this all you'd anticipate
The words overlap upon the page
The ink still drips through the age
Blood fills the negative space
Should I take this to the grave
Take it to the grave
Take me to your grave
Can I take this to the grave
Join me in the grave
Can I take this to the grave
Join me in the grave