B/Benzor II/I Suffer the Unadulterated Joys of Self-Trepanation on My Journey into the Abyss
Misery, atonement, and my perpetual spite I have no more dreams but only a preposterous plight Found betwixt extinction and the creation of life I long for peace but suffer every malicious demand
Mandated order through chaos, but for whom we'll crucify? Affable maladies reign in my battle for lucidity As strangers here we are hanging and ready The gallow pulls me like a string to the furnace
Never again Will I ever have to hear a sound Never again Will I ever have to endure any sounds of laughter
Angels bring cruelty for their battle I rage I sharpen my scythe, I have only myself to quell I wish to make known, all my weapons against me but I awake drenched in a sweat within a dream of my choosing
Never again Will I ever have to hear a sound Never again Will I ever have to endure any sounds of laughter
My worthless confession, a perpetual cycle, an androgynous presence, crushing another vow A life without fear, and a death without meaning, an ambiguous contentment, for this curtailed flame An artificial extremity, my sacred fortress, divides exhibitions and seethes as they all leave Many crass humanoids, dig aimlessly through the dirt, and when have we ever had so much time on our hands?
So why must I endure? When another life awaits! My narcosis still persists, and I remain no one at all The living perpetually haunt me, corruption is the corpse of the body! Deathly mass brings disparity and enacts my apostasy
So many muffled cries, these screeches become overwhelming. What can we share when we have everything? This happy home has destroyed my body Another ghost in the window, and it could be someone I know. These faces serve as a reminder, and I'll ensure no one will reach me here!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.