Torn Apart

I ask myself, why does everything mean nothing to me?
Sometimes I think the noose would stop the hate running through me...

Let the blood flow... leave my broken existence..
Breathing slowing, that glowing light is hope in the distance...

Kill everything
Burn my own existence
Shadows haunt me
Hope turns to resistance

Do i want to be happy?
Or am i settled in this hate?
My body is decaying....
My fucking body is decaying..

Angel wings stripped of flеsh
I tore that loving heart straight from your chest

Whеre is your god now?
Where are those holy vowels?