A twisted skull and a twisted heart.
You can only relate with an anger shield in front of you.
Push away the vibes and ridge against the love.
Shut it out. Shut it out...
There is no place in the heart for pain so it collapses under the weight.
You cells explode as you cry your last breath of ecstasy.
Was it worth it?
To loose all you had?
Your only contradiction is your face and the ability to cut it in two.
You are unable to get out of the box so you just shift with pain and avoid all agreement to get away.
But it didn't work and you see how sick you are when a pure heart points it out.
You are through, and you know it.
The only choice is to suck off of others energy and as you fall into the depths of sorrow...