Texty:
Hope Conspiracy The Endnote

Open wounds can always heal by killing all I ever feel click the hammer and let it go jagged pieces of shattered hope you call it love you call it love

This ritual is a crushing of the spirit sleepless and suffering I have broken it's been dark the light of day is months away and I am years from what

I spilled my guts dont'y you know I'd "KILL FOR YOU" through years and broken hearts I bled it true yet every drop of faith becomes a sea of pain the

Can never stop the way broken hearts and stainless blades throw it all into an early grave forgive. forget. regret all the ways we beat ourselves to death

Revenge. Revenge they want to mark us dead like a pack of rabid dogs they hunt and chase till their gruding mouths are fed Revenge fuck the traitors fuck