For hearts of a lonely love, I do pretend,
Smiled the children at wits end.
If ever be, alone, unseen,
The nothing but the vast between.
Universal, of rehearsal, of the human soul.
It dies not burn till, the fire churns,
The dead does walk, and night time burns.
The withered truth of any man, demands reprimand,
Of lies, of cheats, of evil done,
Beyond the dying, slithering sun.
Walk with me till broken bare,
Upon the sands of lost despair.
Take my mind as I take yours,
To sin and sin with no remorse.
And ample as a cloudy sky.
Just simply die.
Simply die.