| What have I become?
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| Feels like I am dead
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| And I crawled up from the void to say nothing’s real
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| This is all pretend
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| There is no place that’s beautiful or clean
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| Nor precious, nor pure, or so serene
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| We fall into the void
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| And I cannot relate to your loving words
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| No, I am filled with hate
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| So stop saying words, just stop saying words
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| Don’t speak, don’t stutter, don’t stammer
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| Don’t crack, don’t crawl, just fall into the void
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| Fear, hate
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| I have become something so
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| Full of bile, full of lies, full of hate, I am a coward
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| I cannot pretend we’re beautiful or pure
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| These faces that crack from expressions
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| Look back into the void, no, stop saying words
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| Don’t crack, don’t crawl, don’t stammer
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| Don’t speak, don’t lie…
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| Just fall into the void, fear, hate…
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| We can pretend that we are friends but it’s fake
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| And I can’t deny the things that you hide I am hate
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| I am everything, everything that you hate
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| Look to the void, I am the void, filled with fear
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| Look back into the void, fear, hate |