Trauma - Dust (Kill Me)

When the light disappears
And the brightness ends
A daybreak won't be the oracle
...and the last
of these lasts
the time'll raze to dust...

The filty word
Shouted out by the sick mind
Il'll stick it shapelesness
Like your breath washed out By contempt

I don't want to wait for it,
So kill me
Though I don't want to die
But kill me

I hide my face in palms
And sin in dirty conscience
I won't look any more
I no more look with blasphemy