Testo Habitual Murderer

I will die for you
for this life
i cried your name
i feel no more
cut into you
this world's
death before
for your life ripped into you
a thousand lives
for this breath
for this death
i cried your name
a thousand times before
without a life found
for you i fall a million more
lies, fed to me, through a blow
hunting the spectacle
of our tears
i hide away
from a bruised hand
when will my day come?
not of glory but of death
in the end
in the end