1. Foreshadow
Give me a reason
I see no hope
I see no point in existence
We are doomed to wander this plane
Without purpose
Without a cause
All I know is that…
2. Waste
We are the salt of the Earth
In that we salt this Earth with our bodies
Conceived as a curse
Condemned as a child of waste
We are born hanged
And we die in peace
Lay our bodies to rest
We do not fear death
Usurp our legacy
Spare us an eternity
In Hell
We are nothing but a jilted existence
Conscience in a prison of flesh
Forsaken life
Conceived as a curse
Condemned as a child of waste
We are born hanged
And we die in peace
One more second in this life and we’ll break
Hopeless nothingness is all that we face
I can see the light
I can see the point of escape
Bring me the hangman
Let me slip through the gate
No heaven
No forgiveness
Born hanged into a world
To witness
I can see the light
I can see the point of escape
We treat death as a long lost friend
He gives us freedom from this world in the end
But strike me down
Take me instead
For when I was born
I was already dead
3. Blight
I break through the veil beyond the plains of despair
I awake in Hell
What have I done?
I cannot look in the mirror
The man I see looking back isn’t me
The voice inside my head is not my own
Every reflection is a fucking blasphemy
What kind of existence is this?
What part of the lie did I miss?
Fear has befallen me
I can’t believe that every cloud I see has a silver lining
When everything keeps getting worse
And in this life that we grasp
There is no turning back
The decisions we make have a lasting effect
How can we be so wide awake yet still asleep?
Free my mind of misery
I still suffer
Draw the poison from my flesh
End my sorrow
Set me free
Stepping out of the light into the darkness
Turning around to find the door is closed
Breaking through the veil beyond the plains of despair
I awake in Hell
I can’t believe that every cloud I see has a silver lining
When everything keeps getting worse
And in this life that we grasp there is no turning back
The decisions we make have a lasting effect
How can we be so wide awake yet still asleep?
4. Purgatory
Behold my pain
My soul is rotting away
I feel a little more crumble every day
The will to live or to breathe has gone
I’ve grown used to the stench of decay
I pull the nails out of my hands and feet
Try to move but the wounds still weep
And even if I can get rid of them
I’ll still be crucified in the morning
My soul is rotting away
I live in purgatory
Purgatory endlessly repeating
Tormenting me
It won’t end ’till I stop breathing
There’s a man living inside my head
He has my voice
But I never used to think the way he tells me I did
There’s a man living inside my head
And he talks to me in the dead of night
Lying in my bed
And he says in my own voice
“You wish you were dead.”
And I’m starting to believe what he says
I wish I were dead
Behold my pain
Driven by a force past comprehension to a state of abject fear
Torn from conception
Birth
A perfect contradiction
Welcome death
Die before life begins
5. Coma
Fuck this world
I’m so sick of your temporary bullshit
I want the light at the end and I know how to get it
If it takes my life then I will gladly die
Open your mind
Realise we are slaves
Forced Draconian mind-state
Open your eyes
We live in a world made of smoke and mirrors
Bear witness to the problem at hand
Open your eyes
Bear witness to the sickness of man
You spend your lives trying to survive
You spend your days wasting away
I can’t take this any longer
What doesn’t kill you doesn’t make you stronger
Just wake up
There is no happiness
There is no love
Ash and the void
Extinguished suns
Rent flesh and blood
We spend our lives trying to survive
We spend our days wasting away
We can’t take this any longer
What doesn’t kill you doesn’t make you stronger
Martyr
I have become
My light is dying inside
Blackened the sun
Martyr
I have become
Send me to Hell ’cause I don’t give a fuck
Open your eyes
Bear witness to the problem at hand
Open your eyes
Bear witness to the sickness of man
I’m so sick of this temporary bullshit
I want the light at the end and I know how to get it
If you could glimpse at the world inside my head
You’d scream until your lungs collapsed
Open your eyes
Martyr
I have become
My light is dying inside
Blackened the sun
Martyr
I have become
Send me to Hell ’cause I don’t give a fuck
6. Eclipse
So as the world comes to an end
Men will beg for death
They’ll beg for death
They’ll never see the sun rise so let it set
And in those days at the end of the darkest road
Crying for their mothers to take them home
There’s nothing left
There’s nothing left
I don’t want to see the sun rise so let it set
So set a fire in my flesh
Men will beg for death
They will beg for death
They will not find it
The Reaper flees from them like a shadow flees from the flame
They will not (they will never) find it
The Reaper flees from them like a shadow flees from the flame
This is what I’ve seen in the darkest parts of me
But don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prophet
When the ground collapses beneath our feet
There’s nothing we can do to stop it
“And the fifth angel sounded and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth.
And to him was given the key to the bottomless pit.”
Every night I pray
Please God let me die in my sleep
Or at least kill the voices in my head
There is no release
No respite
No peace
No place for a wretch like me
I throw myself into the sea
There is no release
No respite
No peace
No place for a wretch like me
Fragments of what once were beautiful minds are now scattered and fucking lost
This madness
A chamber of despair
Must be filled
Whatever the cost
This madness must end
Beg for death
Eclipse the world
We are the sun that cannot rise
Eclipse the world
We are the son that’s born to die
This is what I’ve seen in the darkest parts of me
But don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prophet
When the ground collapses beneath our feet
There’s nothing we can do to stop it
This is what I’ve seen in the darkest parts of me
But don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prophet
When the ground collapses beneath our feet
There’s nothing we can do to stop it
Fuck
2 comments
I read a good quote the other day.
“The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to share your gift with the world”.
– Pablo Picasso
From your post I see glimpses into your pain. No words from me… silence.