These sights
Behind us
This night
It's such a
Erode
What has been
The sex
The slaves din
Dark deed
No peace dwells
The size
F*cks signs as well
Not day
Beside me
The frame
Designed it
I've died
And eaten
Consumed
With treatment
Flows through us
Burnt in me
Rearrange
The sun's place
More of
This is what
This shall do it