So your promise to live expired,
Got old before your lips went dry and I fel the breeze inside to caress
what's left the open fire.
The [bad word] 
The [bad word] 
The faith took part but cannot stay,
Still we felt cold,
Freezing flames of this funeral pyre,
Dead desire. 

Built to brake down, made to wither away, [bad word] along too.
For the last time very little of me wants to surrender in brief war. 

Despite the things I've said the [bad word] no longer care.
Beyond the smile I hate and the more I hate the more I think of you.
The more I think of you.