Through The Eyes Of The Dead

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