Do they hear?
Do they know the cries of my voice as I scream in the night?
Does anyone understand?
Do they comprehend?
Do they know when death creeps in, and steals their last breath?
Stumbling upon the rocks.
Beaten by the storm.
She lies in wait.
Waiting for her prey.
Here comes the plunge.
Blackhole bliss: release the dead.
Do the gods above listen?
Do the angels hear?
Do the demons below slaver blood from their mouths as I fall?
Does Christ condem?
Does the Devil grant mercy?
Do they know when death creeps in, and steals my last breath?
Stumbling upon the rocks.
Beaten by the storm.
I pray on torn knee.
Waiting for the light.
Here comes the night.
Blackhole bliss: release the dead.
Will you listen?
Will you hear?
Will you come to the aid of one who aids none?
Will you understand?
Will you comprehend?
Will you know when death creeps in, and steals your last breath?
Will you know?

"Where'd you go psycho boy?"
"...I felt like destroying something beautiful."

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