Take me off bit by bit,Washing away like a rock by the river banks,
Habitually casting my net farther into the sea of doom,
Take me off bit by bit.
Remorse is the fools language,
I no longer bleed blood but ice,
Conformed to be as wise as the tortoise,
Remorse is the fools language.
My heart now a hollow of deceit,
I dance to the tune of danger,
Delighted to sell my soul to the devil,
All for crumbs of pleasure.
STAY SHINING!