| Soon to be taken away
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| From this world that I once destroyed
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| Seconds feel like hours
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| As I return the time I took
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| Those I blessed with deepest hate
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| Were only drops in the ocean of blood
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| That cleansed my mind, but left stains that I
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| Have not managed to was away from my hands
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| II
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| Epidemic yet healing parasites
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| Spawned in the chambers of spiritual genocide
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| Dead senses awaken as my body is injected away
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| Emotional intolerance
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| No one can provide the callous with fury
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| No emotions, no forbidden thoughts
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| No strength
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| No emotions, no forbidden thoughts
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| Not even death can kill this cancer… now
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| The smile of the open wound
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| Is yearning to be free
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| It will only take seconds
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| To wipe away the vertigo inside me
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| III
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| Fear takes control
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| In this everlasting machinery
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| Body lays dormant
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| Festering spite in pale semblance
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| Those I blessed with deepest hate
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| Were only tokens of my physical demise
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| Body is drained, but a seed has been planted
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| That they have not managed to take away
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| No emotions, no forbidden thoughts
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| No strength
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| No emotions, no forbidden thoughts
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| Not even death can kill this cancer… now
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| The parasite is holding me back
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| The disease erased my free will
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| Swept away by the comforting apathy
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| Not even death can kill this cancer
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| In my dreams at least I can kill myself |