Birthmachine کے بول

"I was forgiven it seems" Like a kiss that stings like the golden trial of a gun with valentines from a dead star and vague prospects of a dying sun I was forced from grace the downfall seems undone I cut deep to leave a bitter trace and keep searching for a better sun I was forgiven it seems, there are no flames here hence I cling to the birthmachine I drift in timeless space hence I cling to the birthmachine The kiss still stings the fulfilling remains undone I keep drifting like a dead star and I see prospects of a dying sun 'Twas truth I sought, and lies I was brought no God was found, I was hell-bound the tears I've tasted, the years I've wasted all in vain, I'm dead again…