I'm gonna cut out my eyes and rip off my tongue I should just puncture my ears, I'm not alive now I'm gonna cut out my eyes and rip off my tongue I should
I'm gonna cut out my eyes And rip out my tongue I should just puncture my ears I'm not alive now We are the unborn - a child in the womb Sheltered from
Vertaling: Six Feet Under. Nonexistence.
: I'm gonna cut out my eyes And rip out my tongue I should just puncture my ears I'm not alive now We are the unborn - a child in the womb Sheltered
last passage through the state of being sane Equal to nonexistent, drifting away Untamed courses, swifts astray To another time, to another bay To a nonexistence
black sun Please let me paint you another lamentation Decline is certainly to come Darker and colder and more diffuse Awake from like to nonexistence
One spark outshines aeons of darkness I am a star fallen from the sky I am the force that is guiding me Consciousness and awareness of the universe
In darkness forgotten In silence forlorn In coldness enfolded In bleakness paralysed Nothing is unthinkable Nothing equals everything Where and when
Born into nothingness We are the lost children of pure emptiness Solitude is our heritage is our fate This endless void of being in between this endless
[excerpted from "De rerum natura" by Titus Lucretius Carus] Omnis ut est per se natura Duabus constitit in rebus Nam corpora sunt inane Haec in quo
Solitude is what enfolds us now Harbinger of vast darknesses to come The shades of autumn are spreading across us It is you who feeds me with your black
Indifference will come as I turn from your jaded sheen Is your angelic view just an illusion of sanity One moment of my purity outshines your entire
Ruins bleed oblivion A tired game dissolves in void Gone astray in my aspirations Realized departure far too late Harvest the downfall of a life Shattered
Paint my life in dismal colours A vision of my own mortality Please don't say a word For I know about thy grief Writhing in broken delusions Sorrow
Lost inside forgotten ache Sleep in a timeless room Infinite exasperation Falling further somehow Existence leaves me all alone Everything I lived for
Of temptation completed cycle, seducer of humanity Elements unfurl darkness excruciating sanity Blasphemed, not to deplore Loathsome spirits perform signs
Distorted reality Truth behind, not to see Focus of life means twisting negative Draining deeper fears by a quest to live Suffering down perpetual destruction
[Instrumental]
