I am buried, I am buried.
The shadows are no longer a sight to see,
The shadows no longer appear to me.
It burns in my skin,
But the fragments, just lucid.

I am buried, I am buried.
The sky is too far to reach,
Reach to God.
The falling petals of a broken flower.
The shadows are no longer to see.

I am buried, I am buried.
I've hid myself from all eyes to see,
I've painted a picture for no one to see.
The stars align, clouds are nowhere to be seen.
'Stuck in a time that's not even mine,
And oh I should try to bury the line.

I am buried, I am buried.
I walk on moons and earths to gain peace,
But peace is where the saints will sleep.
I am buried.

Stab me in the eyes, let me not see your filthy crimes.
Your hands are full of blood, the victims everlasting cries.
Your voice is swarmy as you hide beneath the tides of your lies.
You ******* with fear as your smile is not sincere.
The ringing bell shall be of help but if it rang.
With the question at mind I ask you very nice.
Where were you last night when Mrs Helmer died?

Your rage reeks upon your neck as you answer me.
Your sky is no longer blue and I can see.
It's on this day when I wish I couldn't see.
Oh what great trouble you're in.
"Curiousity kills a cat"
I now know what that means.
I wonder of the ****** weapon and where it's hid.

Stab me in the eyes, let me not see your filthy crimes.
You've ruined my life intirely.
For years you've been a friend undoubtably.
Lies, lies, lies.
There comes a time for those, the wise man knows.
My poker face isn't as fine as that of a friend I know.
Stab me in the eyes, let me not see your filthy crimes

You behold a beast that lives inside your darkened mind,
You hold a creature that preys at darkest nights.
You go to sleep in sight but to sleep you shall never go,
Your raging spirit aches to swallow souls.
You are a killer.

The life you live, shaken, tremulously.
Demented souls  you devour meticulously.
The blood you sip from the skulls relentlessly.
Sins of joy, sins of joy.
You are a killer.

The poor children cry, the poor children cry.
You never hear but yet you listen.
You swallow swords; you swallow blades as the sun it shines.
You utter words of encouragement and hide your face from the light.
You are a killer.

You act as brave as the knights of Templar,
And slice your blade in a stranger.
You shape a world of delightfulness and stump on it.
You are a killer, you are a killer.

As  the  ground  beneath  your  nostrils  circles  in  escape.
Your  raging  heart  thunders  with  not  joy  but  dismay.  
Flock  of  birds  fly  the  empty  skies  with  wonder,
'Wonder  about  the  place,  wonder  of  the  place.  
Your  tired  feet  aches  and  so  you  lay.  
Your  shirt  is  stained,  
Stained  by  the  recent  darkened  day.  
Woof  woof,  they  start  to  chant.
The  saddened  rose  has  fallen  flat.
Your  troubled  shaking  hand.  
Shaken  faith  shook  to  deepest  lengths.  
'Would  rather  stop  but  fear  won't  let  you  dare.  

The  windmill  spins  with  forceful  winds,  
Drifting  monsoons  shifting  speed  and  blading  skin.  
Flashing  light  and  painful  knees,  
Horizon's  downfall  is  what  it  seems.
Darkness  clouds  your  empty  head,  
Sudden  voice  comes  to  speak.  
"Mrs  Helmer's  death  came  at  your  sleep,  
But  what  we  see  is  what  we  need"
Stab  me  in  the  eyes,  let  me  not  see  your  filthy  crimes.

Every night I look at you,
Every night you look at me.
Its funny you only see me at night and not at day.
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
You look at us and confess your crimes.
Your lonely nights, your happy nights.
I've waited for some time for you to be the light.
Shine, my lovely one.

The world spins so eerie, your eyes bleary.
Your skin burns as he stares with light from a darkfilled valley.
Now they see you clearly.
We stand so firm as a family
And I know you're happy.
Shine, my lovely one.

Years have passed and there's more to come.
They exist to be like one of us.
Yes, we are paintings on the sky.
God made us shine.
Shine, my lovely one.

Success of a crime
The bleed of a son of Christ
The green flowers of smiles
Clouded faces let rain subside
Satan is kind

Symphonies of tears
Hearts filled with raging fear
The ruler is nowhere near
Near the eye of the dying deer
Satan is kind

'Though Sharp knives stabbeth the derailed souls of weakened Christians
Blood boils of the one they reject
Rejects know not to lose faith in his hand
Satan is kind

The soft wind of vocals utters the forbidden berries that mankind craves
Glitter magnetize the eye let the boy walk in the cave
The warmth of his smile, it has no shame
Satan is kind

Protection we need,
Protection we feel.
In the presence of the cross they found peace
The slaves to glitter shall rest at ease.
Satan is kind

We burry ghosts of hearts where our minds won't tread.
We speak the language of now in hope like the rest.
We die in the absence of each other's warmth.
We cross paths only in the depths of our memories.
Pictures appear not physically,
Mentally.
My life is flawed.

We travel through time with lies.
What appears real is only real in lies.
Rain falls different through different regions.
My mind echoes with a name I once claimed kiddish.
My life is flawed.

The sweet daffodil from the garden grew better with time,
The petals look vibrant and bright.
The yes became a no,
The no felt too cold.
My life is flawed.