Unexist.exe - The Subject

Slit my throat, cover it in mud
All my inners to you, fuck me up
Avenge me for my mistakes, and my fucking actions
Deliver me to disgrace, turn me into fragments
What does life mean to me
How does it to feel to be free
Careless thoughts of murdering and will
Claw the line of reality and being killed
Trough desperate moments, I require an upsetting imagery in my brain
Short fuse my cells and don't let me die in vain
Mourning to myself, it ain't easy
Cross my sight, hunted to infinity
Rotting to the worms
Guess it could be worse
I am my own doom
Lost to the cause
The numbers keep twitching from my eyes
My lifeless body twitches at night
Connected to wires I sense a dread
The hell lives off my fucking flesh
My fucking flesh
I am the void
You are the void
I am the void
You are the void
I am the void
You are the void
We're the sons of oath, of despair and death
No one gets near, no one gets there
We're the sons of oath, of despair and death
No one gets near, no one gets there
I will live as a vessel till' the end
Til' the end
My existence has no fucking purpose
Life is just a death bed
Death bed
Shut it out, pull out the plug
Now I see
Now I see
What it is
To be free

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