Texty: 30 Foot Fall. Acme 143. Grasp.

A love that is hidden does more than hate
to trample the flowers in the garden of fate
I feel you destroy all you create
a thousand hours spent laughing with me
together in happiness we found comfort in we
then we run from our feelings from our eternity
take what is offered gather all you can grasp
to fuck with destiny reaps a terrible wrath.