Always have they restrained.
A dark psychic paradox.
The suffering running into my veins
and impairing by my unknown grief.
Irrational grief of soul
Emotions with no senses.
The light seems so black to me...
I need to tear my skin and spread my blood
on the ground of this unexalting world.
Looking for the illness of innerself...
Ready to be painting...
My soul is empty...
I am worse than the above than your future.
Sadistic aggression of my mind! I can read on my blood.
I am intended to live with these sufferings.
My inside is contaminated by this world...
Blood and suffering tears and lies will never die in myself!
My bloody cold flesh perspires anger
My failing inside's spreading all its rot
The inside of hate...
Made by the hate...
I hate this apathic world I see
I am worse than the above than your future
- My Senseless Theory
- Murder Within
- Thing I Will Never Feel
- Still Remember
- A Thousand Falling Skies
- Inhuman Corrosive Report
- Ready to Leave
- Enemy Process
- Escaping Reality
- The Inside