Testo Faded Pictures Faded Memories Blood Has Been Shed
well I hope you are satisfied
you gave me the push I needed
ostracised for nothing at all
by all those I hold dear
you aren't the same maybe we should talk
this is my suggestion death to all emotion
let this be the end of us
bitter cold engulfs the soul
no more contact forget my face
stop knocking I am not smiling
behind the door no eloquent words
no desire to impress
I'm not lookng for an apology from you
I'm looking for an opportunity to see you in pain
there will be no lookng back again
dig your fingers slowly into my wrist
white knuckle the blade
in hopes that I subside
I want to see the shade fall on your eyes
no longer my lover
pray you better pray
pray to every god you know
and every forgotten deity
you better pray
