Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful? 
Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite? 
Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence 
Cast my heart a veil and revelate such nothingness... 

Mother... 
Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken  [bad word] such a fate and I suffer for your sins 
Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless 
Your love obscene to the fact I died that day... 

Father... 
Lifeless...worthless...existance 
You have obtained life from me...I am dead.. 
Blood not yours, not mine, but from a heart, broken  [bad word] such a fate and I suffer for your sins 
Your love obscene, yes it seemed so painless 
Your love obscene to the fact I died that day... 

...In your arms, in your embrace, still life scorned in me 
I only bleed, Im human 
Found wings sail into withering.... 
Alive? 

Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful? 
Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite? 
Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence 
Cast my heart a veil and revelate such bitterness... 
Suffer