I wore black and he wore white
Never should have shown my face
Sour evil stored inside
Within the absence of real colors
Generations of warfare

Procrastinated on his head

Thought that he could have healed with urge

Didn’t know that it would blind him more



In the end we are faithless

We’re just in search for guidance



It was the final breath of June

When his mother tipped the glass again

Forcing me to shred myself

Incomplete relations



A voice who wore it’s skin so well

Showered him with retrospective sun

Showing us to empathize once more

Born for saving what was left!



In the end we are faithless

We’re just in search for violence

Always been our own worst enemies

Bound to each other to remember this



I remember when I was a child

Everything we did had gone south

Even if we thought we understood

Might we find out ’til the end, love?