Besedila: Alove For Enemies. The Harvest. My Days Are Vanity.

My tongue has grown heavy, with the things I cannot say
Lost in this world of blue, black, and grey, I've tasted hell, as it came for me
Should I live or die, I can't decide, contemplating my life, as I think about the end
Should I take it all away from myself, saving me from all this pain and decit
My heart will fall from the sky and shatter on the ground,
shards of blood will pour out, into this letter
Should I live or die, I can't decide, contemplating my life, should I end it all myself
Taking it all away from me, and save myself from this bitterness and pain
My heart will fall from the sky and shatter on the ground,
shards of blood will pour out, into this letter,
that I leave behind telling the reasons why I chose
To hide, hide in death, wrap myself up in this darkness and cold
There's no turning back, holding your breath, waving goodbye
There's no turning back, holding your breath, waving goodbye again