Devoid of heart Devoid of mind Devoid of all That will define
This is not living Never began Empty husk that Once was man
Imprisoned in the darkness No solace for the soulless No rest for the wicked Nor direction for the aimless
You think you know pain, you think you know sorrow You know nothing of suffering in the realms of the psyche When all you love is stripped away, forced into a chore When the ability to hope has been torn from your core
Why, you ask, do I keep living? You call this living?
You call This living? Death is far too easy.
It doesn't matter there's nothing worth my time You can try to motivate and threaten all you like But I am one that has lost everything, the essence of humanity Will never dwell within this shell, a cold and empty shell
That cold and empty shell That once resembled manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
