And off one wen to end his own life
no further one thought, by his own knife. Once worn, the veil was lifted.
(Pain and Recoil)
I don't want to know anymore
The regret
What's been done
cant change.
I feel my senses begin to leak and fade
into not.
I fall on the ground.
(Coughings and Spasms of a Solitary Death)