And the Sentence Trails Off...

Hold diamonds to the sun

Sparkling misconception

Statement:

Were the ones that arent afraid to die Ashes

After this battle we laugh at the thought of innocence

Remorse I scream for

Blood roses platinum gold rubies

A transparent portrait

The grave widens and the masses are mindlessly marching to the necropolis

There is no mystery here

Nothing to grasp but adjacent bodies

The cessation movement is synchronized

Emotional poorness cannot be hidden by ivory

We cant let this come between us

Here I lie myself down

I surrender At what Ive done

Im ashamed

On this raised platform I compose the memoir of unworthiness

Drunken with the spirits of Godlessness

Spirits of doom

Devil jaws on your throat

Onward period die

Emeralds hold no hope Hope yeah