Torn from By Design by Wiccid

Torn

Life on fire. Soul of flame. Stripped and lost. Demons named.
Here we are. No sooner sane. Or so they say...

Dark walls, want to tell you. Cold floor, having held your skin.
No lies left to sell, a chrysalis of shame.
Blank stare inner tearing out, blank fear talking to my cell,
Waiting just to kiss it all goodbye again.

Wait, how did we, end up here with it all collapsing down?
Hollowed out, wretched thought of the blood red scent of you...

Torn and destroyed again, hear it crashing in, as my screams fall silent
Torn and destroyed I feel, nothing left to steal, cold and clinging to your ghost.


High rise, rain on glass again, storm clouds, and you're crashing in.
Dry cracked, caught within, a symphony of pain.
Truth dares aching out the facts, roll credits, as we fade to black,
Waiting just to miss it all. Goodbye again.

• Alternative
• Lords of Acid
• dark electro
• electro-industrial
• futurepop
• goth
• industrial
• ministry
• synth pop
• synthpop
• Sacramento