I come to dust

Two years of trembling, two years of strain
Two years of minding for not scaring you
Cannot fuel your dead heart, cannot ask for a dole
Cannot state I am writing this perfectly sane

Designed for pain
Designed for pain
I will come to dust

The byways of bearing, the byways of calm
The byways of trying are falling apart
Cannot fake a retention, cannot follow the bourne
Cannot keep to the end glorifying our past

I will come for the pure pain
I will come as an oldened man at the end

Lulling deadly my vigilance
You’re womanly madly, hiding weapons in turn
Mining deeply my valiance
You’re already there, softly taking revenge