Weakness is what tears the ribs from within After my serenity dissolves in Tombstones keep the execration of time The feeling of time Emptiness is as a blue fire, devours dreams from reality It's getting closer and slowly tastes your fear I want to touch the unknown, nothing’s real, as I move further Tombstones keep the execration of time The feeling of time Long forgotten and never known they walk beside own corpses Sometimes scars grow deeper I'm hollow, all I deserve is blackness It’s sizzling, melt enough