| I try to stay alive in my concrete cell
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| No matter where I go, I feel hollow and alienated
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| Can’t cast off the shackles that bind me to this hell
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| There is no escape from your holding clutch
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| I once was bound to the promise of self-fulfillment
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| Now I am lost in the maze of shattered dreams
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| I have become an outcast, isolated in my realm
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| I dwell in disbelief, all alone and overwhelmed
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| A cell block that stretches for miles filled with empty eyes
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| Jammed together, human futility
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| Deformed and bloated, we pace the streets
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| Mangled and distorted, consumed by our needs
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| Forced to live in darkness, to devour their filth
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| Reigned by fear, we are dispensable, disposable, and irrelevant Human vermin
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| In search of life, we stumbled over existence
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| Bound to the gray, burst and drained
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| Self-regulated, fleshly machines, cursed to exist in their vacuum
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| I’m here to bury the splinters of myself
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| The abyss calls to me, I will descend
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| I walk these streets at night, endlessly
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| Released from all oaths, crippled by frailty
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| Can’t make sense of this, can’t make sense of me
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| I am a stranger to myself, drowned in misery
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| I have become an outcast, isolated in my realm
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| I dwell in disbelief, all alone and overwhelmed |