Irrelevant NightsThe heart that overflows, from within the spirit that never shows.
The love that stays locked inside.
Feelings tied in decayed bandages, the whip of guilt is what forces them to abide.
The irrelevant things you say, this is the slander that leads me on my way.
The shame I suffer induced by the poison spit out, even the lies you believe which you know nothing about.
The scars don't fade while you blind me with your light.
The blood seeping from my wounds almost seem to vanish in the heart of the night.
I run to seek peace in the freezing night air.
Trembling trying to convince myself I don't care.
The glow from the moon strikes a dismantled figure, through dark and mist I see a hand and a dagger.
The shadow of the beast creeps froward, as the sound of twigs breaking echo off into the distant night air.
The faint whisper rides on the back of the wind as it is ready to share.
"Have you come to play, do you dare"?
As I try to run in fear something grabs my legs as it murmurs ''you will pay
The Best TraitorsThe masks of the traitors. When their faces are unnumbered, the sooner you run, the safer.
Everyday they show off their two faces, like a diamond ring sparkling in the light.
Everyday they pretend all the way into the depths of the night.
The smell of betrayal is everywhere you turn.
As white flashes occur, after the moments of blindness, there's the sickening sight of all the faces they burn.
In panic, looking left to right, there's no way out!
No one to lean on except yourself, the face of the old you'll do without.
The curse of the best traitors, forever will still stand.
The lifting of curses is no easy task, just drowning in the ocean of sand.
Getting lost inside your own mask, but how, before it's refined?
To compete with their plastic brilliance, that's what we have to find.
Plastic is always better, the way it easily manipulates. The unbeatable trick.
''Here's the collection,'' it taunts, take your pick.
Are you ready for a trade in?
Are you ready to trade the innocence for a s