Terminal desire of thoughts

Overcome my destiny

I got the vibes of pain

Emotional dementia

I've found the thrill of the discontent



I bleed no longer

I'm through

This solitude was made for you



Misery enthroned by defeat

in a poverty of expression

I reject this anxiety

Wastelands from inside

I'm longing to be feeling not



I'm standing at the edge of the abyss

Your false remorse means shit to me

Feeling not

Go...



Longing to be feeling not

Your decay means shit to me

Feeling not