In this lonesome twisted land.
I have to find my way back home.
Is to descend deeper still.
I'm stuck and cold in marshland.
I'm stuck and cold where life is
Plentiful but nothing lives.
Of self-deceit and mockery.
Somewhere beyond this cold
Machinery. (So take me out of this insanity).
Big machine. Nothing that I think or
Feel, matters to the big machine. If I am
Dead when tomorrow's gone,
The big machine will just move on.
Hollow like the love you showed.
Took me further away from the
- Scar Trek / Parasite God
- Flux/Mental Maelstrom
- Spirit in a vacuum
- You Put A Hex On Me
- Everyone Leaves
- Smell the witch