A long way to nowhere. Shorter than the life that was. When sunsets were golden. And now we're spinning inside the blackest star. Dead beach blasts over hills, my feet bleeding just to see your face. Sirens that call from the wasteland, fiending just to burn your cells. Wings of the old foes shutter lightly, I'm a god, don't bring me down. Creators of the codes, I applaud thee. Re-bleed the temples. I've waited for these words. The sun will rise in blood. A future where man could've had a history unchanged by enemies. Your fear stinks. Undead but stressed, consumed within your emptiness, my hands bring fire to your world. Life is as ugly as I dreamed it'd be. Life is as perfect as I knew it'd be, the godhead inside of me. Every empty promise, every casualty, inside a stolen book of lies. You have invaded my mortality, this aethyr lives after it dies. This soul is more than just a strong body. This light won't let you leave alive. Let me breathe. This beast with whom identifies the hottest of the cold, on stone floors gasping for their lives, these offerings you hold. You've sold my ancestors a lie, you've murdered your own dignity. The Spark hits the wall then flies, the amber was bright light. This desert is my abyss, wherein the universe lies. The stars are but thistles in waste. One spot in a world of bliss. I've felt this fight screaming in you. Behind that disguise in your eyes. My hate of submission renewed, when you asked me to bow at your feet. A moth to his star. So saved the fool from wondering to whom his chain was tied. A fatal breath of questioning, the answers kept inside. This desert is my abyss, I'm burying every regret. Guts filled with emptiness, I've tasted the truth of the gods. These days, these dreams, these dead. Undeveloped like winds gone awry. My heart won't let you turn back. We burn all the hope we can find. I set fire to your useless words of hope. In the end you've let me down each time. Each bullet leaving a trace. To a being with no heart no spine, just a mirror for his face. And over fences, we will fly through yards protecting what we love. My answer held in my two arms, for the foolish drop their guns. Life. Is what you need it to be. So fucking cry, and reveal your weakness endlessly. I've found the numbers to bring you down. 33 black teeth, garlic in the ground, the dirt is what you'll breathe. And I'll live through all your misery. This mountain is where you lost faith. The climb was too much for your pride. You're weaker without your mistakes. Real men learn and grow. Mud caking , you will play it safe. And I drink in the risk. In my world it's always the same. Chaos is our bliss.