IRC-Galleria

I've always known it is too late, the signs burn deep in my soul.
End of the waiting comes, I'm taking my life.
I've always known it is too late, I gladly reap what I sow.
So now I bid you all farewell.

Blade in hand I do hesitate, terror can be read in my face.
I keep forgetting that there is nothing to fear.

Caged inside, I cannot seem to end the battles.
Breaking down, I worship the insane.

I've always known it is too late, the signs burn deep in my soul.
End of the waiting comes, I'm taking my life.

I loathe all the things I see, what you feel doesn't matter to me.
All these words and still there is nothing to hear.

Caged inside, I cannot seem to end the battles.
Breaking down, I worship the insane.

Churning, burning.
With frustration.
Churning I am.
Turning, drowned in sickness.
Twisting disease.
Swirling fever.
And frustration.
Vile infection.
Churning within.
Burning conflicts.
Enter death.

Caged inside, I cannot seem to end the battles.
Breaking down, I worship the insane.
Caged inside, this world knows its torture tactics.
Born to pain but never again, no.