A final release from the rituals of pain
Crippled By the tragedies of existence
Deep rooted in everlasting torment
Dragged out, An eternity of suffering
The trembling hands, callused and worn
Can only cover the wounds
That even time refuses to heal
Blisters to scab
Weathering the hollow shell
Leaving whats scarred, visible and clear
Behind a broken stare
Behind a broken stare
What will be our final thoughts?
As the light diminishes from us
What will be our final thoughts?
Will it be fragments of a euphoric
Dream laced with endless joy?
Or will the nightmare sink further?
Soaked in anguish and despair
Soaked in anguish and depair
