Arma Angelus We Are The Pale Horse

Suffocate in this belief, Like nails driven through my feet. Our throats are set in stone. Our feet are cast in lead. Drag the sun further and further away. The words you say mean nothing to me, burn. Each breath is the beasts, if we believe. One, two, fuck you. We are the pale horse. We afflict the self. We are the pale horse. We bind the self to loss. Lungs fill with sand. This life caves in. As we burn, we afflict the self. This masquerade becomes our flesh. There is no happily ever after, in the end. Th