Текст песни I Come to Dust

Designed for pain Designed for pain Two years of trembling, two years of strain Two years of minding for not scaring you Cannot fuel your dead heart, cannot ask for a dole Cannot state I am writing this perfectly sane Designed for pain Designed for pain I will come to dust The byways of bearing, the byways of calm The byways of trying are falling apart Cannot fake a retention, cannot follow the bourne Cannot keep to the end glorifying our past I will come for the pure pain I will come as an oldened man at the end Lulling deadly my vigilance You’re womanly madly, hiding weapons in turn Mining deeply my valiance You’re already there, softly taking revenge