This visceral despondency A grand depression, our demise Corruption of the beholders mind
We were born to die alone, in despondency
Towards the end, towards the uncertain The endless void
Prelude to all your suffering Unprepared for trauma The silence is deafening Bleeding through your pores
Uncompassionate, distraught Selfish and oblivous Apathy aching like an open sore Fornever mourn
Towards the end, towards the uncertain the endless void
Of egoism we're the great defender Our inner struggle irrelevant The selfishness is deafening Bleeding til it rots
For we are all callous, the walking dead Living life in the backseat Full of bitterness, the living dead
I dig deep to fall again Grabbed by the throat, upon life choke Drawn in to misery, born for despondency
Trapped in your head, the heavens bled As you slither through the hairline cracks Sanity lies beyond humanity's grasp
Prelude to all your suffering Unprepared for trauma The silence is deafening Bleeding through all your pores
Through heavy torment Throughout a life of misery Our thoughts drive us insane A final nail...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
