In this shrouded cloud of sympathetic insincerity,
Who are you to I, as I am to you?
With faded feelings and uneven tension,
The thickness between our blood is lesser,
And filled with holes,
Dug up from this filthiness against my cold skin.
Unbelievably rambunctious is my heart,
And distant is my soul.
But...will this love last?
Or will we crumble as the buildings of this faithful less world tear us apart,
As the only thing left to do is scream,
In a room where no voice is heard...and no breath is taken...
And my god,
What have we done?...