Become this death as spite leaves your tongue, when double meanings kill my interest. This new mind (someone take my hand) will have its new hand to wash away your mistakes with blood.
All you are is words you speak, to hide wounds from angelic eyes.

Last words won't stop your world from burning, so read this picture of what you are.
I am blessed in ways of silence and how your kingdom, the victim, shall inherit.

From the book of youth; (with faded pages....) stay closed, lessed this spine crack and reveal (....I remember shoulderlength summers). From the book of youth; stay closed, lessed this spine crack and reveal.
All you are is words you speak (I will rise above them).