It began with a tremor, a twitch, a death nerve rattle The quiet reminder that my time is running nigh A slow and steady separation Clinging to my sanity with fractured hands Constant convulsions rip right through my body Violently tearing apart my very being
As I fade between realities and drift within dimensions Each version of my soul is greeted With the same wretched fucking fate
Left to drown in the actions of a selfish man A life spent lying in the face of loyalty Spitting in the face of the truth Is it too late for me to be seeking redemption
Born from the taste of fear on my tongue Coveting dreams that could never be
Time has worn through me as a river through stone Relentlessly slow and torturous Hope is a self-constructed device A disease that plagues fragile hearts and minds
With blood I will devote my soul With this blood I will evoke The last bit of hate from within these withered veins Piercing the line between life and death To reside in the space between the shadows
Relegated to this life of endless violence
Finding myself lost in a constant haze of fragmented psychosis Surviving simply to witness my pitiful legacy come to life Struggling so to embrace this end I have to believe in the absolute beauty of death The transformation into nothingness There is no re-birth, no fucking redemptionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
