I'm sleeping tonight with all the wolves while dreaming of life that's better planned as long as the wind that falls isn't longing for revenge I should
own reflection as it tells me That we cannot give ourselves, we are our own Am I dreaming? I?ve got nothing left of you Just aphorisms to resort to
Visions of dark red skies Painted by menstrual blood Filled with desperation Of the loneliness of Satan Pentagrams carved in stone Inspired in the unsound