Ourselves

Lryics

Overwhelming pigment, rips my soul

paint thinner, abolished the raged painted canvas

anger splashed, removal of self emptiness into blackness

Knowing suicide is a cowards agenda

hated, this effortless escape of being

Shadows, knowing of threaded heaviness

Greyed clouds, slowly fell for the absorbing clothe.. of death

cold, deepened, distant falls onto this self shadows

Bled our wounds and dried out our sorrow

heavy, to one, empty can be our ending with our love

have to love ourselves

love ourselves, only one

Love ourselves, only one

Only Ones

Belief, has deep, hidden abyss

exist, create, loved, while subjected
our memory, pain with bled out wounds

of nothing... meaningless with tormented self dread

Dissociated, reality, egoistical projections... we were taught

while calmed, collected in this memory, lied to save our humility

Born, raised with thousands of false prophets

Understood, we never meant to be knowledgeable

Obedient, structured, cultured on this path of ruins

emptiness was never understood as this empty were to be drove

with abusive, forced, habitual grace of dark angered love

perpetual habits has our humanity broken... with sadness, reddened water

calm with age, broken hearts to amended with, lapse time

shallow, empty, misunderstood... we are grown too late

death ,happiness became blissful, only limited of time

we waited with ideas of a journey, gesture, only to find out it was a lie

Seen the snakes come up from these grounds

Songs of love have choked into the ground

You and I were ourselves to only give to selfless.. actions

we were the only ones, only ones. We are only one. only one

Bled out wounds and dried out our sorrows

heavy, to one, empty can be our ending with our love

have to love ourselves

love ourselves, only one

Love ourselves, only one

Only Ones