Tapestry of Our End

Tunnels of tissue, degraded mind
I don't have the power to die
Storm of the century
The smell of death, the sweet pain of love
Pillars of bones holds this hidden temple
Dividing the flaring gates of blood

The gap between solitude and despair
Join those segments together
Line of life surrendered

The capacity of human consciousness
Welcome the leeches coming down the walls
Wе deserve to languish in art
Disguisе the cracks behind the braids of flesh

Depicted on fabric, do us eternal
Crafting the segments together
You and me
The useful constitution of elimination
Feel my passion for art

Decomposing decorations
The tragedy repeats itself, I know
Storm to wipe out the light
A matter of time to let go
Panic and fear changes to relief
Weaving the tapestry of our end

The gap between solitude and despair
Join those segments together
Line of life surrendered
The gap between solitude and despair
Draped in death together
You and me

It's hard, so hard to be the pain
To be the blame
Our figure embodied the walls
The presentation, the creation

Depicted on fabric, do us eternal
Stitching the segments together
You and me
The threads of my contemporary darkness
Draped in death together
You and me
The useful constitution of elimination
Feel my passion for art