Текст: Architect's Eye. Motel Architecture. Serial Victim.

kindness is not here anymore
you have to despise yourself
start to caress your sores again
time is flowing back to when we first met

you are so pure
i'm so impure

blame yourself
despise yourself

we have tried wayward passtemps
we know it's wasting time
the end is in between the line
and death will judge the outcome

blame yourself
despise yourself
as i were yourself

you are so pure
i'm so impure

i'm so impure