Texty: This Is Hell. Misfortunes. Fearless Vampires.

Curse what you once lived for embrace the truant inside you
forget the better life
rot in your own backyard
kill for a future
dig up whats left
give my life for one tomorrow
find a way to make this fleeting rampage last
another desolate city
deadly streets, dark destinations
but we have no reflections anyway
focus upon focus
keep every ray of sunlight out
stab every distraction through the heart
let go, let go
cut the hands of all who threaten
let no one drag you under
refuse to heal