Here in this cube, Where l rip my bleak skin With black razors No time can get in or out, Just seep in-to my hatred Here is where time Can not turn nor move on, Just remain Here is where wounds never heal
l can feel my flesh burning And my caustic soul turn to pulp As l turn my dead eyes To these stone walls And the mirrors
Part ll: Fatigue
l have longsince stopped screaming There is no breath left, Not even to speak And l drag a world behind me That does not exist
l once thought l was growing But life was just shrinking And the truest form of horror Is when all horrors turn inane And the cruelest form of silence Is the silence to yourself
Part lll: Hell Moves In Circles
Wounds can never heal When time is standing still Wounds can never heal When time is standing still As l am withering Stagnation in my will
The reek of torment Descending on me Condemned to relive The memories All over and over againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
