frisking in this killing fields
i know suicide has seen better days
as rest on thy seraphs wings
i am the fallen disciple
and gods fallen son
as thy heavens burn
as thy seraphs sing
this was the day god face from grace
were he left suicide in his place
as he is the dying breed
never to be a child
and never to be set free
the instinct was always built with in
has the child was raped out me
the moon will eclipse the sun
now the shadows shall rise
as god came down from thy heavens
as his fallen angel has fallen
and fire will fall
as thy creator and destroyer
couldnt even say
but left in his mind this day
was it the love and light
that he seeked
never knowing the touch of seraphs wing
forsaken and abandon by thy whore
leaving him with just two to be
this is the instinct of suicide
what do you have to say ?
whats better than suicide ?