Empty Lights

I have no illusion
For all these massive mess
Behold my empty illness
Between the face of death
There are still illusions
With all my secret stars
Between the live and I
No future, many scars
I went quick to zero
And lost the turning tide
I selfish cross the edge
Falling the empty lights
With telling you the illnes
And all the creeping line
Tell you the self division
And all the secret stars

With all the comfort
With all the tears
Blood lies on the fields
We gonna burn we gonna seed
Blood lies on the fields
Break passion into the power
Blood lies on the fields
Break passion we gonna seed
Burn fire break delay

By our one illusion
Time in emptiness
Time with my religion
Turning for an easy way
Try with bad delight
Way with bad delight
Lone in darkest night
Listen for the turning lights

In decision
Of the power
In the night of decision
Leave devine
Deep relics of divide