A place for making noisesWe loose our voice more each yearMaybe its supposed to kill the successA place for making noisesToo quick to dieBreathing an air of torture on the wallWisdom came from what we'd doneWearing this chaos well without knowledgeHere is a land that never gave a damnDead hole in your headA fugitive on the runSave your prayersGod is empty just like me
She was...She was everything to meand she became nothingshe was my lifeand i became her deathtime has strange waysto reveal secretsi was the killerand she was the prey...
To Live Is To HideTo Live Is To Hidewhat lies deep insidekeeping secrets of a purple lifewho i was and where i standone voicealways telling take carei will protect what is losttaking you to a higher groundsmell this crazy soundit is your heart beatingrunning up that hillthe promises are left behindas you are looking backsmilenothing left to loseabuse is a musedark and temptingcruel velvet intentionssuch words yet unspokencall me to guide yousee our past hopesto live is to hide...
- Aron