World Divides (исполнитель: The Absence)
There is an aftertaste to celebrate in the swings of my suicide or the lines I will draw by myself within the grasp, fictitious pasts, and all my doubts How can you see through the shadows with the blinding light burning in your eyes so where will all of you be when the killing fields are cleared and this world divides The loss of heart [bad word] unbearable and a vanishing point [bad word] intact so when a six foot drop is my best I will expect nothing less than a soldiers death There is an aftertaste to celebrate in the swings of suicide or the lines I've drawn at last for redemption and finally for my forgiveness in the end this bitterness bends simply encased in my withered hands