[Instrumental]

Burn

Deprived of their lids eyes are damned to see.
The body repelling itself eternally.
No hiding from them No hiding from yourself

"I won't be forced to regret.
The peace of my grudge can't be taken from me.
Sovereign and responsible in hold of my guilt.
The triumph to be misunderstood"

Introspect so that you will see what I see.
The haunt of a spirit, who stares at itself.
Naked and bare, it is lurking in stealth.
Longing for hell; desiring eternity.

Disdained by the devil.
In this inebriation of sway.
Leech in the pitchblack of this gorge.
It's too far from light to pray

You will not run from the air that you breathe, nor from the sins that bind you.
The tunnel is constricting with every step forward.
Futile and faint refuse to dwell the place.

That now you belong.
Behold the gloating of demons.
Inherit and affirm your swoon.
All roads lead to Rome, we are all damned alone.

Foredoomed from an unholy throne.

Obey, kill, lie and steal again.
Be one with your family.

Introspect so that you will see what I see.
The haunt of a spirit, who stares at itself.
Naked and bare, it is lurking in stealth.
Longing for hell; desiring eternity.

We seek refuge in surrealism, 'cause here, we find more recognition, receive more credit.
Wearing costumes or barely anything at all, when chasing after confirmation.
Interpersonal relationships lose importance while we become transparent.

Showmanship makes us pretend to be someone else.
Behind our masks we scream from seclusion.
Depending on media, we grow more and more lonely everyday.
We forget what really matters, forget what really matters.

Our conscious mind is bound in chains of surrealism.
We live our lives digitally.
Depending on response, numbers determine our self-perception.
We are fucking hypocrites and try to make our marks in this parallel universe.

In reality we are nothing.
We are everything here.

We seek refuge in surrealism.
Cause here, we find more recognition, receive more credit.
Wearing costumes or barely anything at all, when chasing after confirmation.
Interpersonal relationships lose importance while we become transparent.

Showmanship makes us pretend to be someone else.
Behind our masks we scream from seclusion.
Depending on media, we grow more and more lonely everyday.
We forget what really matters, forget what really matters.

In reality we are nothing, but here, we are everything.
But finally we are desolate and alone.

I failed to protect my inner secrets.
I failed the oath I gave to myself.

The walls are coming closer.
My throat is dry from screaming your name.
I curse myself for what I have done.

But no one could tell you the feelings I felt.
No one could tell you the satisfaction I had.

Everything is black.
There is no holding back.
I feel the beasts presence.
Whats left of its existence.

Ripping throats till nothing is left.
Even for Hell, this is unreal.

There is no god to save me.
There is no devil to punish me.
There is just a man, the hardest sentence.
That could ever be obtained.

In the night I chose your lifes where forfeited
Like ghosts, youre haunting me.
Wherever I go, youre already there.

Like ghosts, youre haunting me
Death shall be my punishment

The masses assemble, and they're scenting feast.
Their panic-sharpened eyes are out for my head.
I am their prey, I am left to the mercy of hellhounds.

Multiple minded beast out of my rest.
I was dragged into their fierce company.
The psyches of hydra have been released unto me.

Now.

The archaic sleep of the righteous has fallen awake.
Bare and naked, they're gloating over me as my limbs have begun to shake.
I would wish I was not born, to have remained asleep before the blinding of dawn,
As I enter the world with its faces.
I feel I am forlorn,

Dreaming back before the plunge down into this hell is not beyond,
This shame means what it is.
Pull me away from the gaze of the human countenance, of these heads and faces,
Of their bileful haunting presence.
Save me from the dread of the disgusting human countenance, of these heads and faces, Of their abhorred violent presence.

The demon's laughter drips with scorn.
You fear not to die, you regret to be born.
Children of fugacity.

You don't fear to die, you regret to be born.

Batter their faces, so they leave me alone.
Batter their faces, so they leave me alone.

You don't fear to die, you regret to be born.

Silen appears on the face of the other sardonicly to glance at me, remember the torture.
Chased through the woods of my alienation, to not see myself in the mirror of alteration.

Sore is my soul, mourning finitude.
Dreaming back to prenatal solitude.

Hell awaits, the slaves of humanity.
The civilization they live blind in figured peace.
Hell awaits, distress is their destiny.
We are the slaves, the slaves of humanity.

Wrath shall embrace us.
Panic grows with population.
Ailing in plague, nailed to the walls, that we pulled up to hide in .
Incarcerated with death among us.
The masses are dragged down the rifts by their own weight.

Hell awaits, the slaves of humanity.
Hell awaits, distress is their destiny.

The vultures will dance.
In their circles of blood, we have yet joined the rite.
Abject and dismembered, we are indignified.

Listen to the signs, for we do not know.
The day the trumpets will blow

Wrath shall burn us, panic outgrows population.
Ailing in plague, a circle of death.
I'll die again and again

Hell awaits, distress is their destiny.
Hell awaits, the slaves of humanity.

I'm sick of this mendacious scum.

We reject violence and misery in our own spheres.
However, do not care about those who live in fear and pain from their birth on.
Hiding behind dissembling condolence, we're only interested to save our own existence.

What have we become,
Where is the humanity?

What happened to benevolence?
Can we defend us from ourselves?

We are born in honesty and end up in mendacity,
We live in the darkest era of this sick humanity.
We are born in honesty and end up in mendacity,
We live in the darkest era of this sick humanity.

Before we become the slaves we would rather be the perpetrator.

Nothing is gonna change us, not a system, nor an institution.
If we are not prepared to deposit our egoism, this dark shadow it is cast by ourselves.

We are the ones they guilt for all the mistakes that happen and will come.
We are the ones who will look in a black mirror until death.

[Instrumental]

I will save my soul and cleanse this life from sins.

Night by night the sirens in my head sang the songs of about judgement.
They said I'm just blind but they lied.
I versus me has always been my hardest fight.

"The sinner is within us"
Is what they say and mean a deathwish,
But they can't take from me what I fence in my mind.

Two options at stake and I choose to be deceived.
Two pathways to take and I want the dead end road.

I don't believe but I believe this is my truth.

You can't judge me, I am already guilty.
My faith is my passion for disconsolation.
We are all the same, predetermined to pay.
At least I know, at least I pray.

Vicariously I punish myself for the good of an ignorant world.
Reconciled and purged through my self-disgust.

We are all the same, predetermined to pay.
At least I know, at least I pray.
Vicariously I punish myself for the good of an ignorant world.
We're all the same, predetermined to pay.

I will save my soul and cleanse this life from sins, now I will live in peace.

Descending down the crater of finitude, stay in motion to quench not before it is time.
I tore out my heart I would have had to delude, to grow my wish,
Grow longing for the dying chime

The palled world of the living is a vanishing light, that in darkness shall no longer blind me.
I entered into silence to escape from the tide, desire shall no more belie me.

Walking, I vent my spirit to shrink thinner.
Becoming vacuity, be flooded with fatigue.
Arms widespread before the gates of the orcus.
But where nothing should be, therefrom now soars a reek.

The stench of survival, requickens my pain.

I ventured the hubris, to call death my friend.
Bestowed my submission to anticipate the end.
I was abandoned by life and betrayed by the dead.
The peace of the graves has concealed all the dread.
Shoals of drones eating the past.
My wish was to die, but death wants me to last.

Hunt down the deceased

Wrath blasts the shell of patience, unmasks a grim that has ripped in despair,
Now, beyond the realms of nowhere, comes to appear what has always been there.

One moment in eternity, holding hands with the damned.
In the vent of hell, where death and god do not dwell.

I ventured the hubris, to call death my friend.
Bestowed my submission to anticipate the end.
I was abandoned by life and betrayed by the dead, the peace of the graves has concealed all the dread.
Shoals of drones eating the past, my wish was to die, but death wants me to last.

The stench of survival requickens my pain
No peace for a guilty soulWhere death and god do not dwell,