Eins, cinco, treize, twelveMais je suis trop triste,
trop désolée pour
cette monde de
we ran for all we were worth
[ M I S T A K E S ]
but it was never enough
Y no hay fuerza...
¿Porque?
¿Para qué propósito me llaman
una chica buena cuando
soy un desastre?
we screamed until our throats were raw
[ B U R R I E D ]
but it was never enough
Und ich habe meine Glück geficken.
Dieses Scheiße ist
üb-er-all.
we dug until our fingers bled
[ A L I V E ]
Power lines// Maybe it's time we ran side by side //
instead of logarithmically //
// forever converging yet never quite close enough to //
- t - o - u - c - h - //
// where χ^0=1 no matter what you use
to mark that infamous spot of //
// legendary treasure //
a marriage of ∞ //
Embracing destructionAnd we'll run with the fire
l e a p i n g from out fingers,
licking $cArl3t, aMb3r,
g01d as the sunset
over a city turned to ash,
the rubble of a once stable mind,
marble pillars reduced to
ammunition veined with Nav¥
ink w/e\a/v\i/n\g silent curses,
cynical prayers, laughter
bordering on insanity
echoing, bouncing, ringing
clear into a desolate sky,
1v0ry fangs grinning dry humour.
Have I not entertained you
with my blades thrown at
closed doors and glass
shattered through
bare souls?