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
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 these forked
Ough! Consumed, I feel the rage Growing inside me, A fear i cannot contain. At war with an enemy who does not rest, who will never relent. This city
Freedom is slavery. War is peace. Ignorance is strength. Existence is suffering!!!!! x3 Suffering! x3
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
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 one
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 find
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. My solitude.
: 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
