- Rotten Dark
The dark corner of my room
Becomes the apparent death of my soul.
Shocked
By the beauty
Of my addictions,
I lay myself
In the darkest corner of my room.
Apocalypse now,
In my anguish.
Smell of fuel,
Smell of victory.
The dark corner of my room
Becomes the apparent death of my soul.
Shocked
By the beauty
Of my addictions,
I lay myself
In the darkest corner of my room.
Apocalypse now,
In my anguish.
Smell of fuel,
Smell of victory.
