歌词
Cancer of a concept
My thoughts; a eulogy
Leech in my lungs I can't exhale
Answers out of fear
Better a hole in my head than this nihilism
Colors bleed, the charm of death
Drenched in filth, inherent grief
Afraid of the curtains, but I pull them shut
Did the clouds pollute my mind?
Hollowed out, dreadful, numb
Pain of life, helplessness of death
Wander, wilting
Void of value
Diseased, directionless