Commanding words arise from the orifice. They seek to change time and method but will not succeed. The frustrated and depressed find fault with this act. The picturesque depictions slowly blur from consciousness, and become alone once again. Alone! in the dark recesses of humanity’s follies. Why am I like this? Why can’t the pieces fit? x2 The gears hold position, preventing procession to the divine. Desire and confusion become completely interchangeable, yet nothing is ever accomplished. Shave off another day of insignificance.
Ces etres ne nous desservent pas-ces creatures ne sont rien que le carburant de ma lâcheté,de mon tort, de mon abomination
Here I am inside of my mind I feel the entrapment of my soul
A new way of dealing is a way of suffering not understandment I need to be free of myself Where can I find solace, in my head? NO! Fuck, I need to get these demons a fucking way.
Self hatred, self loathing, anxiety, pain
Death is a place for cowards but a place of hope This place lacks the feeling of sorrow for it is a place filled with emptiness Oh no Well yes
Life started with a promise of never-ending happiness and one has a head filled with gratuity Not knowing of the sick, painful truth that comes together with existence
Build an empire of woe that remains invisible and slowly decomposes the rationality and interest of the typical mind.
A dragging sensation, feeling sick to the stomach Not able to show, what lies inside.
The typicals don’t understand, society doesn’t understand, I don’t understand. It means nothing. It creates nothing. Denied conversation. Denied happiness. Denied life.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
