There's a price we all pay to Charon

A price we pay for the ride

You're damned if you do, damned if you don't

Nothing remains but emaciated pride

The urge for self destruction

Again drags you into the pit

Bristling with agony once more

A voice deep inside your head screams “FUCK IT!”



Spiralling annihilation

Descent into the abyss

A boiling, blackened violence and hatred

Some fucker's gonna pay for this!

A victimless crime of passion

Or rape of mind and soul

Or the bastard even destroys himself

Violence and drugs to fill the aching hole



The aching hole

Consume to liberate

Pour liquid fire on the pain

Years of frustration finally went

A hate so strong it's driven me insane

Anyone could be the target

And I've got time to kill...

How far salvation seems from me now

One last laugh at anyone who can feel