An unconscious weight of cold memories freeze me in apathy. It drowns me in a thick, suffocating, woeful isolation.
Outside the grey walls of my tomb, vicious black smog spews a vile breath of ash and misery. I can't escape.
Tormented by the deafening howl of a withering lust. The painful atrophy of my dead flesh withers with a self destructive craving for the end... I want to feel your corrosive tears lay me bare, burn away my flesh and leave my hollow shell weeping.
Weeping for the numbing bliss of nonexistence.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.