Unsure of how this shaped

My consciousness deteriorates under the scheduled torture of this abysmal presence

My voice continues to hold no power as it echoes into the nothing

The winds will silence

The chronicle repeats itself once more, an endless cycle

Torment drifting for another assault, renewed is the cataclysm

I have no fucking control of my decisions

This Earth is nothing but a shell, hear the echo

Flowing vitality corroded and pushed aside

Make way for the victor that relies on guidance

The seeker will not be allowed a chance of survival

I will die configured of my own visions; somebody please tell me who the fuck I am

My surroundings mean nothing and my goals seem so eschewed

Hopelessness lies within, for how long will I feel strained?

Leave me be

Hear the echo

This Earth is nothing but a shell, hear the echo

Flowing vitality corroded and pushed aside

Make way for the victor that relies on guidance

The seeker will not be allowed a chance of survival

Fuck this false reality, existence has taken a distorted form

Abandon the precipice from which you stand on

Fall slave to the beloved system, cower in it’s grasp

With the weight of existence carried on my shoulders, this cycle of dejection is too much to carry

I feel my weakness grow, drag myself along for another struggle in this corrupted world

Unsure of how this shaped

My consciousness deteriorates under the scheduled torture of this abysmal presence

My voice continues to hold no power as it echoes into the nothing

The winds will silence

I will die configured of my own visions; somebody please tell me who the fuck I am

My surroundings mean nothing and my goals seem so eschewed

Hopelessness lies within, for how long will I feel strained?