The beauty of hell,
It’s a beauty, that fell.
Oh i am so empty,
From this, beauty,
That i felt.
Oh i need this beauty,
I feed off this beauty ,
This, beauty.
If only he could give me.
I cut my throat from screaming for you,
I burn the bridge.
I see them cross over still to you.
The power of your beauty,
It’s a beauty,
It’s a,
Beauty that fell.
Oh i need more beauty,
I am tired of, so tired of being, of almost being.
I started to touch,
The control of them.
This empty hell, the beauty.
This empty hell.
The beauty, the beauty.
I don’t eat but the fruit that fell.
I don’t sleep but minutes,
For i can’t miss the beauty,
This beauty,
Of hell.
I hate all that stand like a wall.
I will! i will! i will! i will! i will!
Plow and plow for their fall!
I love that beauty,
That beauty,
It’s no beauty,
It’s hell!