Dark Roasted Rock. Served in Your Face.

 

Exit Ahead


There's no more air
For me to breathe
Burning despair
And embers beneath

Shadows grow deep
And I must go
The Devil may reap
What pride has sown

I'm too tired to silence the voices in my head
Recounting all the things I've done
At the Pearly Gates the lights are turning red
I'll go down with the setting sun

I am the serpent
That tempted Eve
I thought that love was
Just a tool to deceive

So take my confession
Sweet venom off the tongue
I’ve lost my direction
In this lie I lived so long

I'm too tired to silence the voices in my head
Recounting all the things I've done
Darkness rising with shades of red
Forget Heaven, I know what's there instead