Lyrics

Terminal desire of thoughts Overcome my destiny I got the vibes of pain Emotional dementia I've found the thrill of the discontent I bleed no longer I'm through This solitude was made for you Misery enthroned by defeat In a poverty of expression I reject this anxiety Wastelands from inside I'm longing to be feeling not I'm standing at the edge of the abyss Your false remorse means shit to me Feeling not Go... Longing to be feeling not Your decay means shit to me Feeling not