|The hours between night and day|
Always seemed so violent
The dark swallowing up my worthlessness
All my lost emotion sinking into the shadows
Where it never mattered if hope was non-existent.
Nothing but distant voices in a distant reality
The stars look down on me
Im sure they think im fucked up
They're right i probably am.
But what did that ever matter to you
It never did, and we both know
Theres no point in loving pure hate.