• You're eyes, they've turned black
    What else can i give to show you
    As I sacrifice the pain grows ever larger
    What goes around does not always come back.

    As I give more and more,
    I descend into Hell,
    No matter how hard I try,
    The light has forever faded... from the mind.

    Appreciation, just an object of fantasy,
    No longer leaks from that realm.
    As the well becomes ever dryer,
    I begin to grow excessivly blind.
    Frail hearts that search for reality,
    Now extinct, just a sick game of love,
    Will collapse, burn eternally as cinders from above.

    The ignorant will continue their blissful lives,
    Ignoring this world's cryptic finallee.
    They will take and take until they bleed with greed,
    Burning within blind hypocrassy.

    They are just living fragments of growing hate.

    (Chorus)
    Do you remember those days of bliss? Of innocence?
    No surprise you forget, so have I.
    It was ripped away at such a young age,
    so similar, so different.

    Descent of broken innocence,
    One more breath, one more day, one more reason... to die... to live...
    (End Chorus)

    The ignorant will continue their blissful lives,
    Ignoring this world's cryptic finallee.
    They will take and take until they bleed,
    Burning within blind hypocrasy.

    They are just living fragments of growing hate,
    Destined to shatter your innocence.

    (REPEAT CHORUS)

    As my pain grew, I searched to bring upon which is light.
    As your pain grew, you searched to bring forth that which is dark.

    Do you remember the time, you asked what is the point of living?
    As response, I asked something so similar, so different,
    But you wouldnt understand,
    No, not until your day of judgement called.

    As I continue to give, the flames grow ever larger.
    No matter how hard i try I continued my descent.

    These flames, they choke the searching frail hearts, still cinders from above,
    Destined for dismemberment by ignorant greed.

    (REPEAT CHORUS)

    Now you feel the search has been far too long, You prepare the rope, for it is the tool of your end.
    You plan it to be fast and painless, just a snap of the neck.
    But first you remember back to how life has treated you,
    The thoughts make you cringe.

    As you kick out the chair, an error occurs,
    There is no snap, no crack to be heard.
    Now you stare at your feet hanging above the ground,
    there is a scream to be heard, so familiar, so sound.

    It shouts out that riddle, so similar, so different.
    It screams "What is the point of dying?"

    Your eyes, they go wide, epiphany calls out to you,
    Life may have not been well, but what you avoided, you have recieved.
    Greed blackened your eyes,
    The rest have gone blanck, fore the well, it has dryed.
    The pain may have hurt, but so many others you have helped.

    The charred frail hearts, they crash and explode to the ground,
    They are they that cared for your weary mind, broken by your action.

    Now you see what you've done, you search for one more gasp...
    You beg for one more breath...
    You beg for one more chance...
    To turn it all around.

    But it is far too late, your day of judgement calls.
    The true descent now begins, fore society has defeated you...
    And the Reaper has won.