If there was a bottom I wouldn´t hit it Feeling of bone only amplifies the search for flesh Falling endlessly as in a dream Far beyond the obscene Mirror oh mirror - your lie enslaves me Complicates me Vindicates me Eradicates me Penetrates me Makes me lose my fucking self
All must go None to spare I will persevere There is no end
Flesh falls from the bone Amorphous being Drawing blood from stone This illusion of control Flesh falls from the bone Sick twisted creature This is no way to live It is a way to die
If there was a limit I would push it Worshipping death to compensate lack of life Mind is hollow in an empty shell Cast under my own spell Salvation through starvation Glorification of degeneration Morbid fascination with transformation Slowmotion suicide
Haze of binge Obsessive trance Compulsive anarchy Reign the kingdom of my mind
Flesh falls from the bone Amorphous being Drawing blood from stone This illusion of control Flesh falls from the bone Sick twisted creature This is no way to live It is a way to die
Turn the inside to outside Materialise the angst within Slowmotion suicide Too late once the heart gives in
No one must ever know Just me and the blackened angels My splintered shadow-self My private demonology Lead me down into the abyss
If there was a bottom I wouldn´t hit it If there was a limit I would push it If there was a bottom I wouldn´t see it If there was a limit I would crush it
Binge and purge Catharsis I will persevere There is no end
Flesh falls from the bone Amorphous being Drawing blood from stone This illusion of control Flesh falls from the bone Sick twisted creature This is no way to live It is a way to die
All must disappear Transparent invisible Flesh-less ghost ideal Slowmotion suicide