Testo Motel Architecture

there is a god that forgives
it's the name of my disease
something that let me lying prone
devotion of the age

if i could blow up your pale skin to conceal the sky
like clouds in the ceiling
needlessly nothing is gonna change
assassinate and clean up the room
hang on and stand the sleep
i am just fading away
i can't help fading away

perpetrate some private crime
i can still taste it in my mouth
while this load evaporates
and fate spreads the ashes away