Listen, to the sound of falling
The decline of a beautiful yesterday
Spiraling down a pitch black forever
Into the essence of your desperate idea
creation of a weary and exhausted mind
Feeding upon its own poisoned [bad word] And craving for our final decline
To let go and be pulled beneath

Can you hear it, the lamenting river
The river that has whispered our names
Once i stared into its cold black eye
As if tomorrow would [bad word] Sometimes i wonder if you do the same
If you yearn for that deadly kiss
Wanting to escape your plaguing burden
And reach out for a moment of peace

I never thought it [bad word] to this
That we would end up in this weary state
Like shades of a forgotten Eden
In constant denial of all that was us
Killing ourselves to live a lie
Killing ourselves without knowing why
Searching for peace but finding pain
We are suffering from selfish ambitions