My crib meant a castle, however, i lie down pretty wounded at the dark dungeon where the guilt sigh at my ears, how gross i feel.
When i present with a flower on the twilight back from the kinder garden, a warm smile on your face were your answer.
The disgust is imposible to hide, shame has being sculpted at her lips each time she had to say my name at loud.
From deception comes my inception, the resurrection will supose my redemption, armagedon seems like a dream, but reality is much worst.
Disapointment defines me, it is my verb, those are the hoots and howls of my hunger.
Fame, dawn provides me , noon with infame marked me, the sunset is threating me with darkness, anonimous my name, my flesh is already transparent, my bones has a radiant absence of shine, a tremulous grin guide me to my grave.
well dressed on elegance and grace, i’ll hold your hand, here begins our epic trace.
Sitted by my crib, a lullaby, stops my weeping, standing by my door, your roar scares me, and awakes my anger.
You spected every thing from me, i don’t think i can finish this standed up.
Once, i resided at your bowels, the swelling still remain burning in flames.
For your consideration, i’ll walk away singing my farewell, the ocarina, it sound this time like rain.
So long, this is my train