Wrath.

Won't you stab my back once more,
so I could see what you're here for.
Redemption is far too late for you,
there's nothing left, that I could give you.

It's you, my wrath, my dearest friend,
who makes me want this game to end.
You and I will never part,
and I despise you with all my heart.

You have lived in a shadow of a life,
as a habit, you turn your back to the light.
With insomnia and accusing eyes,
the womb that you have built with your own lies.

It's you, my wrath, my dearest friend,
who makes me want this game to end.
You and I will never part,
and I despise you with all my heart.

It's you, my wrath, my dearest friend,
who makes me want this game to end.
You and I will never part,
and I despise you with all my heart.

Walk the line, we've never crossed before,
you're just failure of being true.









Tsau, Mihkel.