The Purest Form 歌词

Piercing frequencies strike hard the tranquil heart. The gold of hope, drifting so far apart. Beyond my reach, ripping so terribly. Into the skin, the flesh of humanity. Tear at the wounds, uncover the nakedness. Bitter and cold, the pain that will never rest. Within me, watching it as it grows. Within you, seeing it all unfold... Tearing at the skin Leaving nothing to be shown Look at the emptiness My hate still grows Seeing you in a world Where you'll die slow Only then it will rest For hours I looked Only to endure The sight of thee, Countenance of a whore Who drains and bleeds The only life that's left, This life in me. Here, now you're cold, Cold and tired. Farther from the sun, You're falling Weakened here, you're lost (forever) Shattered now, You look for heaven. My vengeance grows, Rising up, it takes its form. Moving in for the kill... This hate so pure Seeing it all so clear Before unknown, hate in its purest form. For hours I looked Only to endure The sight of thee, Countenance of a whore Who drains and bleeds The only life that's left, This life in me.