I don’t have the time to listen to the words you speak

Lie after lie

I don’t have the time to listen to the words you speak

Just rotting in time

I will become the darkness in your rotting heart

The feeling of guilt and suffering

I will leave a mark on your fucking mind

You’ll remember for the rest of your life

Rotting in time

This Darkness

That’s invading your mind

You will fear me

This is Hell, this is home, this is what we’ve created

The memories of happiness have all wilted and faded

The essence of your nightmares a cage built around yourself

The scars etched in your body from the work you’ve done yourself

This is Hell. This is your final resting place

I am the violence embedded in your head

I’ll just keep pushing until you’re fucking dead

I am the violence embedded in your head

I’ll just keep pushing until you’re fucking dead

Your endless suffering

Is in your head

A fabricated nightmare, the walls are made of stone

You built them for protection, thinking you’d be better off alone

Sitting in silence, wrapped in your fears

Remember the senseless violence. The end is drawing near

The end is drawing near. You will fear me

Your endless suffering

Rotting in time

This is Hell

Taking over your mind

This is Hell