The grass grows taller by the day,

hiding its ugly truth.

There is no such thing as hope.

Lie with serpents or die a martyr.

Stagger under the weight of the suffocating embrace, hiding within.

The ground hisses as the melancholy fills the air.

The moonlight weaves through the branches with care, while the shadow lingers in the depths of despair.

The ground hisses as the melancholy fills the air.

The moonlight weaves through the branches with care, while the shadow lingers in the depths of despair.

Leaving behind a world filled with pain.

We’re all to blame for a life lived in vain.

Do you feel the weight?

Do you feel the shame?

There is no hope.

Chemical corrosion.

The well was first poisoned,

Then we slowly choked and starved ourselves

and we forgot to fucking breathe.

Chemical corrosion.

(Lie with serpents or die)

Lie with serpents or die a martyr.

Stagger under the weight of the suffocating embrace.

Suffocating embrace.

Chemical corrosion.

Chemical corrosion.