Look at you,
that hollow shell of thought.
The mind was burning,
now left to rot.
Days drift by, no pulse,
no sound.
The weight of nothing pulls you down.
Your
cause and I are boundless for rest.
The virus has no future.
I release your damn fault, so now stay low.
Motionless, you're the only spell.
A way to murder all of them.
And it's worth the daily thrill to stop
your wrath of sin and come to the throne.
Now day of fire, now day of night.
Yes, all decay,
but still there's a chance.
Your love, yet never truly alive.
Now your hands left you, so you're on my side.
Hear.
Your sound makes the chaos spread through land.
Every dream, your scream, near you land.
No question, no wonder, no room to stride.
Oh,
Yeah!
I bet you thought this was really nice!
That's all the jay,
but it's still the same shite!
Your death, yet never truly alive!
Your death has left you for your sins!