washed away, lifeless, faded into black. Nothing left to prove as all has gone to waste. No silence in my mind, enslaved for aeons. Abscence of life, crawling through reality. Heritage of broken bones, origin of failure, feed me the ashes of your world, the stench of rot (the stench of rot). I can feel the weight of dependence resting on my shoulders. Praise the abyss, praise the days of your defeat, all love forsaken. No words words, no more attempts to ease your grip, wreckage of salvation. Rage is all I know, born and bred to be ostracized. No matter where I go, yesterdays ghosts will haunt me. Fallen down and condemned to serve to this shadowworld. Coalesced with the structures around me, I would be better off dead. Tonight I will worship the downfall, surrender to wrath. Bound to this vessel of mine, I will praise its demise and end. Rage is all I know, born and bred to be ostracized. No matter where I go, yesterdays ghosts will haunt me. Chronicles of emptiness, a deathwish that lasted for 15 years. Feel to go to experience the abscence of this misery. The silence in my mind, finally the gears have stopped. Glad to be alive, unshackled from your weakening grip.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
