Surrender this dusty heart of mine
I have chased the height of my beliefs
As my lips have been colored purple
I exposed my sharp scars
Capturing spirits  in my pockets
Years of a souless sound
Battles against a noose
My mind has begun to decease
Bottles pose as my friends
The artillery of this difficult fight
As I  sleep on the currents of frozen ground
Perching on the plank
Crimson  blood in the air
The ocean of brick bones that fade
Fighting this war in vain