Apathetic whores stare at me,
Fucking therapists rip at me,
My own parent lies to me,
Just like the rest of the world-
Living in fear of the tomorrow that may never come,
I waste myself away;
So unreal-
Forced into reality,
I cry for the grave I fear so faithfully-
Ceremony of Death;
I plead to anything-
Save me from such pain and despair-
I love that which can never reach me,
I'm misunderstood by the living dead-
Honorable defeat does not exist;
I am purely for torturous amusement-
When will I meet my bitter end,
And what awaits me afterwards?
My future lies unknown;
Filled with pain as my past has been-
Exhausted and alone,
I'm afraid to breathe-
Goddess,
Save me from the living human vultures-
Rescue me from the burning stares-
Resign me to wherever destiny lies-
And take fate away from the undeserving-
My ritual blood passing comes by;
I stick the blade in my vein-
I wonder how I'll die,
As my world begins to stain-
I resent the living bastards-
Such hollow foolish shells-
Empty to true meaning,
I sing so quietly,
So as to never be heard...
I fear for resolution-
I fear what lays in my end-
I fear that which eludes me-
I fear that which may engulf me-
I have no rights to live;
I have no love to die for-
I have nothing worth the trouble;
My fear keeps me dead.
Fucking therapists rip at me,
My own parent lies to me,
Just like the rest of the world-
Living in fear of the tomorrow that may never come,
I waste myself away;
So unreal-
Forced into reality,
I cry for the grave I fear so faithfully-
Ceremony of Death;
I plead to anything-
Save me from such pain and despair-
I love that which can never reach me,
I'm misunderstood by the living dead-
Honorable defeat does not exist;
I am purely for torturous amusement-
When will I meet my bitter end,
And what awaits me afterwards?
My future lies unknown;
Filled with pain as my past has been-
Exhausted and alone,
I'm afraid to breathe-
Goddess,
Save me from the living human vultures-
Rescue me from the burning stares-
Resign me to wherever destiny lies-
And take fate away from the undeserving-
My ritual blood passing comes by;
I stick the blade in my vein-
I wonder how I'll die,
As my world begins to stain-
I resent the living bastards-
Such hollow foolish shells-
Empty to true meaning,
I sing so quietly,
So as to never be heard...
I fear for resolution-
I fear what lays in my end-
I fear that which eludes me-
I fear that which may engulf me-
I have no rights to live;
I have no love to die for-
I have nothing worth the trouble;
My fear keeps me dead.
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