Why has the bitter taste of life
Brought nothing but despair?
Has she quit and renounced her will to live?
The octaves will split and she'll claim absence to her name.
Have you found what you've been looking for?
The citrine was a gift to light your way, but the pentagram on your chest guides you straight to the graves..
Can you smell the rotting flesh?!
Can you feel my anguish?
In between the miles there's a piece of you waiting to come forth and be one again.. 
Will you try?
Will you open your eyes?
They've taken you with no right to keep you in chains! 
I've risen from the depths to secure your soul 
keeping it from those who want to hurt you
The fine lines on your wrists mark the path which you cannot take
(My love for you has not changed)
The moments cherished will forever be embedded in my head..
Your voice, your skin, your sweet taste.. Zombiegod when will I see you again?