Apostle Of Solitude Confess
Crossroads of solitude
Let the fires burn
Smashing anything that moves underfoot
Telling stories of their bleeding wounds
Meaningless words of poetry
Butcher poetry
Snakes crawl all over the world
Ever closer to the light
I'll cut off their heads just to see if they die
Do you know the pain of life
I'll show you all just how to die
You'd better run through the night
Because the gates to fate are open wide
Confusion's wheels spin round and round
I'm caught under the wheels
Committing this body to the ground
I confess
