On October 17, 2013
I'm carved raw into my poison throne
And carved with a hunger
You'll die to ravish this mighty mask,
this bank of the dreams
that can feed your both sides.
I roam how would I take the break up
if I could only set you free and give it up, give up.
All that greed, rage, passion and ignorance,
a raw perversion, gladly
I would take it all, a one way with me,
forever to live in this perfect sin.
