You're alive, alone. You're afraid, you tried. Devils are in your mind, lining you up to die. Fade away, longing for more. Feel the void, mourn the waste of life. Youth was lost, faster than you thought. Midlife has passed, all you did was dreaming. Gently conditioned, ambition repressed by degrees. Chances arise, you'd leave ‘em out. Tailored asylums are reeling in all of the numb. Hypnotized, bright and dull. Time is thine and thine alone; you try to crawl back towards the light. The more you struggle, the more your mind derails and draws you into the ether below. Holy, holy stands the one who creates amongst a sea of rats. Weep not for what you could have been - infested and born from pain. Warped is the sight, where nothing shall thrive. Wasteland embraced, devoted disciple of hurt. Illness determined a course of decay. Blessed is the fool, corrosion on shameless display. Lonely, hollow servant sitting, watching, absorbing. Anxious, frightened coward. Feeding, shitting, dreaming. Time is thine and thine alone; there's no one but yourself to blame. You're passive, tired, careless. Bitching, moaning, wailing, striving with no effort. Rotten from the inside. Could you die with no regrets? Say, could you die with no remorse? Could you die with no regrets? Tell, could you die with no remorse right now?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
