Die 
Thoughts replaced by a placid romance 
Without movement, i can't escape 
Die 
Searching through the static 
Twisted and torn inside of 
Such blinding visions of [bad word] 
So i have to question 
Was this in the master plan? 
Now a broken future's all that we hold 
Broken 
Our broken futre is all that we hold 
Our day draws 
To it's close 
Dusk 
Washes away 
Integrity now bleeds away 
As tired hearts are left to drain 
Do you see there faces when you fall asleep at night? 
Now they're nothing more than blood stained memories 
Blood stained memories