Forever ends when everything becomes nothing
the time has come to see how bitter the razor tastes
I wouldn't give you the satisfaction to sew your hands
shut the sun has now stopped rising it seems tomorrow
just won't make it temples are falling apart piece by piece tomorrow
just won't make it designed for murder it's not my fault reflections in the rose petals
that were placed over your eyes looks a lot like revenge
forever ends when everything becomes nothing
the time has come to see how bitter the razor tastes
I couldn't give you the satisfaction to sew your hands
shut the sun has now stopped rising it seemes tomorrow
just won't make it temples are falling apart piece by piece tomorrow
just won't make it
