Teksty: Apostle Of Solitude. Sincerest Misery. A Slow Suicide.

I have made a grave mistake
And tempted a vengeful fate
Just a shot away from a soulless death
On the eve of a slow suicide
I'm chipping away night after night

When I look in the mirror I don't see the man
They thought I could be
All my loves have washed their hands of me
I can't absolve the stains of my sins
And it's likely I'll make the same mistakes again

When the demons enter my blood
I don't care about anything or anyone
When the demons enter my blood
I don't care about anything or any love