In the past of hopeful things,
What has this Time to grave?
When I am to look at you...
You see through me only as a Paine.

Foreclosure never mattered.
Though our hearts are not the same,
you deny and say they're compatible.
You'd erase me with my pain.

The dusk rises from heaps of ash,
down from heaven, falling grace.
Without a sound, you whisper long....
You'd killed me with my only trust.

Walking dead, you come alive.
If only with your grave...
you'd admit I love you!
Wretched things are your safe.

If nothing ever mattered,
then why am I the same?
Everything I've ever done...
Will you take it all in vain?

My blood is slipping from my veins...
You'd better hold your taste.
For you- to take my final breath,
think hard before you blame.

The final chords are played in thrust.
My divine love, you'd lust till all were crushed!
My Spirit's intertwined with thine;
beware lest ye be judged.

And though you'd thought to kill me-
My time to rise above.
I am the only hell that haunts you,
as the only one once loved.