With this life, it opens me to believe.
 Endless regressions fill an innocent mind.
 I have wondered these empty nights unaware of an unknown.
 This blade penetrates my chest.
 I want you to fall before my knees, begging me of your mercy, you traitors.
 Killing ourselves for someone.
 This icy breeze sends chills through my spine as it kisses my cheek.
 I've felt their presence as they grow.
 Words begin to fade; I have reached my end.
 There's no bearing weight in the disease.
 Infatuated with sickness, I’ve felt its presence.