• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Loss - John Frusciante
• Loss - Biohazard
• Loss - Rotten Sound
• Loss - Madder Mortem
• Loss - Gardenian
• Loss - Blueline Medic
• Loss - Yesterdays Rising
• Loss - Ivory Tower
• Wasted Source - Loss
• Cut Up, Depressed And Alone - Loss
• Conceptual Funeralism Unto The Final Act (of Being) - Loss
• An Ill Body Seats My Sinking Sight - Loss
• Shallow Pulse - Loss
• Open Veins To A Curtain Closed - Loss
• Weathering The Blight - Loss
• Silent And Completely Overcome - Loss
• Worship This - Loss
• Mental Disturbance - Loss
• Lost Regrets - Loss
• Erased - Loss
• Dominant Nature - Loss
• Deprived Of The Void - Loss
• Enclosure - Loss
• Death Instinct - Loss
• Vacant Grave - Loss
• Crawl - Loss
• Wash Away The Filth - Loss
• Enter The Coma - Loss
• Holy Gore - Loss
• Reaper's Call - Loss
• Sleep Of Death - Loss
• Merchants Of Shame - Loss
• Poison Caged - Loss
• Break Your Cross - Loss
• Loss - Elysion

We make the music that divides you
It's handed down as a thing to cry to
And all my wars they treat you kindly
There's nothing more important that i see
There was a time when all was empty
Unorganized a clog a death scene
Things opened up and there's so many
Paths to walk ports of entry
Now that I'm gone
Now that i'm long gone
This minute has come and gone
I never said to do anything but forget me
I can't be lost
I've learned everything form loss
For what's gained there's an inner cost
I won't pay it i never would
We left the seasons back in Long Town
There was a hint of sadness going round
We met the brothers who drove arrows
And shot assumptions wide and narrow
I know i mean what i'm forgetting
We give for everything we're getting
A lot that hasn't been put away
It's building up for that fateful someday
Now that i'm gone
Now that i'm long gone
This minute has come and gone
I never said to do anything but forget me
When it seems i'm around
Check again what's up and what's down
Any silences make a sound

Not even for a second when he wake up did he ask
If today was gonna be his last
An average day in the middle of a life
Terminated by a sharp knife
Killing, spilling the liquid blood
As his boyz found him lying face down in the mud
You might say this song is in poor taste
But I must discuss the waste
Chorus I:
Of lives of friends that I have lost
Who pays the price, who pays the cost
Can't cry, just anger till the end
It burns inside to lose a friend
Walking thin lines, anything to cop a dime
Labelled habitual, a loser three times
Just fucking' around, knuckles bloody to the bone
Whatever, the future's unknown
Unless you believe in predestination of fate
The letter read termination
It was fucked up I couldn't make out his face
Through the blod, what a fucking waste
Chorus I
Chorus II:
My friend was there until the end (my friend)
Can never be replaced
The pain that I taste (It's over)
What a fucking waste
Chorus I
Cold blooded murder, suicide, another body laid to rest
Untimely demise, homicide, my faith is put to the test
Is there a god, sometimes I just can't believe
My friend who is dead was shot and then robbed
Something quite hard to conceive
People dying everyday there's got to be a better way
The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay
Like the memory of a friend who stood with me until the end
The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay
Chorus I
Lead
It's not for me that I grieve, but for the families left berieved
I question whether life is fair, I wonder if I even care
We think we know what life is worth until they lower us beneath
the earth
Mother crying, forever hurt, my face like stone I shavel dirt

My senseless and worthless life
Pitiful journey to die
Losers of my time
Exploiting weakness
Died every single day
We died once again
On our way to obey and to bow
Worthless usage of our time
There's no unseen obscurity
We're bound to belong
To this selfish community
Money is earned and used to live
To suffer and suffocate our lives
We shall only lose
Our creativity
This total and complete
Internal Misery
Is feeding and filling
My depravity
Until it's time to die
To give up this trial to fight
Removal of our
Free will
to think
Worthless time to belong
To this world causes this
Internal, External
Total and complete
Loss of humanity
Loss of creativity, democracy

No one to trust or depend on no more
Nothing is left of what I found before
Tears of blood as I bury your name
Easier to deal with anger and shame
Cut the pleasure to the core
Am I scared or are you bored
Silently drifting, or on your shore
Why is it and who can tell for sure
Mouth made of sand and my heart made of stone
Nothing to say and the hands left alone
What did I do, did I hurt you sweet soul
All that I wanted was warmth, now it's cold
Like forever, the rain keeps falling
Down
Like forever, it hurts
Cut the pleasure to the core

We are the weak ones
In one big, monster machine
We are the flesh of the Soulburner
We are the lost
We are the weak ones
In one big, monster machine
We are the flesh of the Soulburner

What is this space in my chest? What wants attention at a desk? When the seconds jam. When you manage. It's a loss and yet I haven't lost anything. If anything, I've gained. But what about this hole here? Here, just underneath. It's a space as space can only exist. I'm missing what I didn't know had place. It's like a love that's slight or a fear that's just less. Am I mistaken? It's a just a loss I think. And not losing anything.

Do you hear his calls? his hurt his screams. and his pain?. The beginning in a loss. And momentum starts to gain. he will be reborn. From a word of strength. He's experiencing the break. Of the most natural connection. Do you hear his calls?. His hurt. His screams. And his pain?. The beginning is a loss. And momentum starts to gain. He doesn't know how great the loss will be. Of this soulmate partner in the life he leads. Born with divine love. They create such a bond. They soar with conjoined souls. But in the heart. It leaves holes. Those that do not go through this loss. Cannot fathom what it is like to lose. I cannot fathom what it feels like. Do you hear his calls? His calls. And his pain? The beginning is a loss. And momentum starts to gain

Shades of butterflies
A touch of unsettled lies
Invincible mountains left behind
What else can we do?
How can we resume
Luck in which we almost drowned?
Could we start again?
Really start again?
I would be there, yes I really would
Turn back there for good
Come let us try to find again
What we've lost so far
A dash of jealousy
Too much love for free
Ready was the dish of rage
Truth and honesty
Should be certainty
But we really trampled on

I say my life is over, all seems to point that way
My senses all are dead, I'm leaning for disgrace
Feeling like a corpse
My body, wasted source
Falling down to my rest
Finally I've reached what's me
I'm told my hope is no more, I can't care less
I've lived my life for this day, this one-day was my goal
Final, this I like
No life, the end is here
Falling down to my rest
Finally I've reached what's me
Some people will hail this day, the day all their hate die
Relief's from years of disdain, I will reveal their luck
No more times of rage
The butcher has met his grave
Falling down to my rest

Carving... my skin
Reveals... the face... of... tragedy
Better... to feel
The pain... fully
Than to drift
In the emptiness
Between nothing
And sadness
Cut up
Depressed
Alone
Wounds as deep (as any) burial
(And) sorrow deeper than any wound
I gave (myself)
Thicker than any scar
I left
For me
There is no hope
Left alone in here
For there is no escape
A life painted with blood (and loss)
The wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge
And these wounds of mine will never fucking heal

Well concealed my human destitution
Shroud of endless void within
A shadowed figure
A lone failure
Shameful posture
Shy disciple of darkness
A fool to decay in ever-cold
All scripts of life unknown
Unheard
Unseen
All breath to give in to (dark) spiritual formulae
In grief
Placid
The world surrounding shatters
Obsessed by I'll consumption
Possessed and inclined to enter this covetous passing
True and bitter with my destiny
The wish of death

One devastating message crosses stagnant air
Abhorrence of one's self
Left a shredded husk
Vacant of living
Only death brings the epidemic of truth, that life is not worth living
So wait not
End it all here
End your life
Perceptive to one's worth in sorrow's mirth
An all too willing hand will lift the blade and let sink this letting go
Passing of life
A season
Sliced to stifled end
Eyes open and staring dead
Into a wet and wooden floor
One by one
They crawl in
Only loss brings truth so sit and reflect
Life is not worth living
It's brought us all to this
End it all here

If you saw the darkness before death
Life fading before it's last breath
Then you would know
If you saw life without hope, death without reason
Then you would know
Then you would know
The meaning of fear
Watching them live is killing me
Living on my time
Self sacrifice
Worth the loss of life
I would she'd infinite rivers of blood to paint a portrait of disgust with
Yours
Reveal your true colors, murder you and take back hope stolen from me
To see your reflection, but only as skin deep
To feel the shallow pulse of omnipotent sadness
My ritual silent
My ritual alone
Alone
Curtains I am closing
Infinity drowned
Darkness my crown
Never to resist
This is my sacrifice
I close my eyes

Fatum vestri vita
The end of everything
The end of myself
Razor find a way
Slice the veins
Bleed it all away
Stomach slit wide
Hung with a noose of my own intestines
Passed
Laid to rest with final wounds
Nothing more to take
Surrender
Release
Self surgery
Explain to none
The reasons
Open veins to a curtain closed
Left to be found
Perfectly shamed
Cornered in a cold room
Fallen
Cannot raise me
Skin is scoured
Raw but unclean
Unfeeling
Red sleep
Can and shall release
Lowest point of being
A wound erupting
Masterpiece of my despair
No decipherable expression heard
As arms fall, the blood screaming
Singing
Of a world drawn in
Mind's eye projecting
Blinding light on curtains closed
The audience unseen
Unseeing
Theatre of the defeated
A numb performance culled from memory's imprint
For a standing room unaware
Ascend!

You sat alone
You sat so long
Your words make very private scars
You suffered down low
And you saw no light
Made knots of your fingers

I do not remember a depression such as this
How many clocks has it been since we have last spoken?
Forgive me as I pass my soul from one dark evening unto the next
How is it that I cannot find a guide, or a light?
I am already broken
If I never wake up
I only pray that my silence will be put to rest
Silent overcome and empty
Bled out numb and cold
Clenched fists red and filthy
With nothing left to hold
Let those stars fall that shine
Let those stars fall and this moment pass away
Like 100 tears on your coldest, saddest day
With bleeding wrists and dying eyes
We should be grateful for pain
For it means we have at least one feeling left
But such things happen
Such things happen
Silent... overcome
Bled out... numb
Silent... overcome

When I show my skills to the world, everybody is amazed
I'm the champion of the human race, the winner of the race
Leading, leader of the people
Master, master of the world
King, the world is my kingdom
I own the earth
Everybody wants to be me, see the world through my eyes
They all want to be worshipped, feel the glory every day
Leading, leader of the people
Master, master of the world
King, the world is my kingdom
I own the earth
Kicks down on my slaves who feed me
Murder everyone who stands up to me
Torture is my way of leading
Worship, worship me
Leading, leader of the people
Master, master of the world
King, the world is my kingdom
I own the earth
Kicks down on my slaves who feed me
Murder everyone who stands up to me
Torture is my way of leading
Worship, worship me
I rule my people with their fear, I'm playing god for fun
Their agony gets things done for me, their pain is what I own
Leading, leader of the people
Master, master of the world
King, the world is my kingdom
I own the earth
Kicks down on my slaves who feed me
Murder everyone who stands up to me
Torture is my way of leading