Ignorance is where it takes place not by God's face

Conceit is a blessing not a curse
She feels no regret as he lies stiff and dead
Misinterpreted by the righteous, as she kissed his forehead
Take rest
You will never see affection come out of my chest
I'm gone do not search for me
Regret of disconnected misery
I will soon be nothing but a myth, represented by history