Night's Attire

The night hide my steed in his velvet clock

And kindled my wounds with funereal sword

I'm walkin' on the bridge between death and life

I've tryin' to look alive but i'm dead inside

The sight gettin' dimmed i can't see the present

I've asked for my rights not an additional present

No one was here to present I've always looked for guide

No one was here aside except my dear depression

I've always got this question that rollin' in my head

If i could forgive him you think i could forget ?

The scars inside my guts was knifed with his dirk

If i ever got a nail i'll bead it in his hearse

I've never cried in funereal cause mine was empty

And everything recente for me was like a beat

I've never tried to kick my base was always deep

I'm livin' in world of grief but my body still here

I've tried to quietly seem when my seam keeps to bleeds