03.01.04 (Eight) Testo

I tried to reach you from the blindside. I tried to teach you, at least inside.Returned from hell with head in hands; paid off debt with both left hands.
Cry me blood, wept you hatred.
Exhaled life, exhausted waves.
It's the way I walked, the way I died--moving to the center.
As I lived the last day of my life--moving to the center.
Through stagnance and subsidence, the cleaning consumes me.
Through persistence and violence, the floodland consumes me.
Through stagnance and violence, the floodland consumes me.
Through persistence and subsidence, the cleansing consumes me.
Red star overhead burns me bright--not to give up.
And as I explain it to myself, I lost sense of disbelief.
I couldn't reach you...
And all I do is hurt in the end.
Here is my best effort to you.
It's the last great thing that I do.
Here is my best effort to you.
I couldn't reach you.
I always said I'd make my own end