Goddess, goddess of hate, I've seen this face before I do believe I've heard this voice before So many lines, so many words I don't regret a single one
Bản dịch: Bleeding Through. Portrait Of The Goddess.
must rip it back from you. I've reached the final judgement. every thought and every second that you smile, it makes me choke. it makes me bleed, it was
now demons running, racing through my dreams. taking shape, destroy my life forever, poisoned memories to fuel this fire, I'll burn you alive, you, too
goddess, goddess of hate I've seen this face before, I do believe I've heard this voice before, so many lines so many words, I don't regret a single
day, fuck you, things will never change, is this the pain that was felt everyday, so fuck you, you'll never change, never change. now we both bleed, now
anymore. now I cast a thousand plagues on you. so left behind to make immense. now I am set free and I can see right through you, but you're too blind
this day on never will I look back on you, those memories are dormant and every thought of you I'll see you in dreams, please don't let me sleep again
proceed to throw, or were they daggers, despite the broken glass, your smile is fake, your eyes are fake, your smile is fake, just the way the beauty you portray
infect with all dissolved memories of one. why did you care, when you never cared before? why'd you care, you never cared. why'd you care, when you never
monday mourning, a midwest gloom above. the word on the other end, the news of death of hope. life slain by love, I don't think we will live through
the surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. my face was white, laying on the cold tile floor