Worn and empty, abused and cold
Deprived from awe, withered black
The twisted depths fall along your fingertips
What’s said to be gone for just a spring
Is gone forever underneath my hollow skin

The rusted trumpets sound, judgement day
The weary bones of so many rise to find their fall
To be tripped by your imaginary friend
Run away and hide in your feeble carcass

The poison skin, curls at the lips
Bloodthirsty, yielding a broken sky
Blood red moon, a thousand nights wasted
Worn and empty, abused and cold