: I walked this streets a thousand times, Still this world never seemed colder. Compromised a thousand times To the will of vicious minds. Reality
: I am the blackest soul. The child of a loveless world. The wreckage left in the wake of time. I am the consequence of complete collapse. I am the horror
: Deliver me. From the darkest abyss, from the depths of eternal rest. Grasping at the threads of sanity, only to watch them slip through my hands. I
: Their voices search for me through the darkness, yet I feel desire's cold grip upon my heart no more. My solitude. My shield. My armour. Tested with
: Shifting light outlines my battered form. Stranger to the world, alone in my abandonment. A gaining army of white horses, stark warning before the
: If home is where the heart is, why do I feel so fucking heartless? The crumbling skyline cuts a vicious horizon, sinking its teeth into the cold September
: [ft. Marshall Lichtenwaldt of The Warriors] Lies. My truth has been revealed, at the cost of everything I knew. My last safe-haven falls behind me
: Brothers of abandonment, sisters of despair. Orphans to the watching ones above. Too far removed, too far to care. We are the unwanted. We are the
: Crashing to the surface. My convictions lay bare before the tempest. As chaos explodes around me, I find myself in the jaws of destruction. Tested,
: This is survival. This is my exile. I find no solace. I find no solace beneath a Godless sky. Will I find shelter in the places the Sun could never
but all I see is red. I bite my tongue, but all I taste is blood. Once again they set their traps, set their hooks, deep in my head. Too naive to think
: Consumed, I feel the rage growing inside me, A fear i cannot contain, At war with an enemy that does not rest who will never relent. This city, these
: Freedom is slavery. War is peace. Ignorance is Strength. Existence is suffering.
Deliver me from the darkest abyss from the depths of eternal rest grasping at the threads of sanity i meant it wasn't slipped through my hands i see
My truth has been revealed, at the cost of everything I knew. My last safe-haven falls behind me, with the self that once consumed. Into the void. I'm
If home is where the heart is, why do I feel so fucking heartless? The crumbling skyline cuts a vicious horizon, sinking its teeth into the cold September
Shifting light outlines my battered form. Stranger to the world, alone in my abandonment. A gaining army of white horses, stark warning before the icy
Crashing to the surface. My convictions lay bare before the tempest. As chaos explodes around me, I find myself in the jaws of destruction. Tested, by
