It Drains Your Soul

from the inside looking outside from the downcast one with time the city which with night became it never falls like dawn but the dead, which in sleep think of the living. and each person walking by becomes insane and she which is unfortunate does not it fear lurking deep the sleep it comes which runs eternal turns him over on the ocean beast between her lower parts held the witch he sees and she to him with which it is, she sings too put the hunter of the shadow which awakens there you dwell. feasting at the table and her breasts for him are bared beings are not devastated from the madness, which is Immortal where happens not to make it be your own, and your moderator which is the fraud which is life eternal many more each successive generation dead which is dying, does not know the claim that brings us back it drains your soul, confronts the fact that it does not become. what it was you were too them you are no more, because in death you are worth more than when you were alive.