Through The Eyes Of The Dead - When Everything Becomes Nothing

Forever ends when everything becomes nothing
The time has come to see how bitter the razor tastes
I wouldn't give you the satisfaction to sew your hands
Shut the sun has now stopped rising
It seems tomorrow just won't make it
Temples are falling apart piece by piece
Tomorrow just won't make it
Designed for murder
It's not my fault
Reflections in the rose petals that were placed over your eyes
Looks a lot like revenge
Forever ends when everything becomes nothing
The time has come to see how bitter the razor tastes
I couldn't give you the satisfaction to sew your hands
Shut the sun has now stopped rising
It seemes tomorrow just won't make it
Temples are falling apart piece by piece
Tomorrow just won't make it