I Only Speak in Blood
Seven times cursed
Seven times sealed
Murdered by my God
Turned my dreams to dust
Streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas
Its culture slowly fading in the dismal
A dark factory, its heart glows hollow
Strange and haunting
Eyes like little metal studs, pinned
Amplifies my strangeness
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman
The threads of cause and effect
The primitive hostility of the world
It was not a dying state
It was a state of living
Haunting the places in my mind
Be with me always
You - lover, who was never mine
Take any form
Drive me mad
Somewhere between tomorrow and a thousand collapsing suns
You will always be the sound of anguish echoing off my calm
Invisible in the darkness
The darkness of our blindness.

Gypsy