She weeps, we weep at the sight of the destruction around us
Twisting minds of ones careless enough to think for themselves Mutilating thoughts and making them feel like they're weak You're in Hell
Time has become before we realized that we have reached our fate Blackened blood, tortured screams Waste of space you said, a hand laid across his face Mother of death
With everything I know about the end Is dead Make me feel unwilling Make me feel alive?
I only feel nothing
You are the filth at the edge of my fingertips Fuck
My fucking life had crumbled So what will make me believe this now?