Asphyxiate-Scarve

In the end, everything is said. A state of mind one can only regret. Touch truth but only skim perfection. Plunge beyond this painful deception. There is a way for it all to happen, a riverbed where everything can flow. Harsh memories scattered around, no promise on which to bestow This world, a burden of pain Asphyxiate this sickening state Straight ahead to the place we belong. Looking back, it all seems so wrong. There must be a way for us to see, and dive past each miscalculation. Fear is the stone cold murdurer, the rampant virus contaminating This world, a burden of pain Asphyxiate to recreate