Lord Of The Lost Epiphany
I make you undone, I am the reaper
Don’t try to run, you’re just a creeper when I come
My heart bleeds for you, but I’m not gracious
I envy you, I want to be mortal just like you
And don’t be afraid, it’s over by now
You’re starting to fade, beginning to drown
And life is too short, you’re praying for grace
You’re begging for love, for mildness
The day you die, I will kiss you
I hear you sigh, the curse of me will be the curse of you
I erase you
Pain – afraid, lifelong, decay, when I come
