When syllables go soundless the sensation kills you to the brink of burning from the fill of your filth to their lacking still while walking through these walls
I am now dead and gone deep into your soul you may live on as nothing I am now dead and gone
Reaching further into the void past the gates of slumber - forever night to a non-believer from a distance it seems much clearer the total loss of mind from suspended faith to where it must die
It would be senseless to drag this out anymore that time could wither clock hands corrode
Live on as nothing you live on as nothing
While walking through these walls I've come to find no unconditional
Breeding this fear deep into your soul I am now dead and gone