Gods Of Rapture
FREDRIK THORDENDAL, TOMAS HAAKE
I Feel Torn Apart A Vile Misfit Fallen Deep Into Affliction Of My
Hollow Mind The Sense Of Suffocation Grows Inside My Lungs
When I Wake Into Truth I'm Back Among The Blind The Truth Of
Lies Disenchanting My Eyes How Can I Survive I Can't Stand Being
Alive Gods Of Rapture Enshrouding My Eyes A Try To Hide That
Slowly I Die My Past Laugh At Me From The Other Side Of Negation
Untying The Lasting Few Cords Of Common Sense Submerged Into
The Flow The Rapids Of Addiction Too Weak To Push It Back A
Worm Without Defence My Flesh Fading Undressing The Bones
Behold Me Naked Cadaver Exposed This My Abuse I Can't Take It No
More The Fragile Truth Sneering At Me With Teeth Pressed Like
Thrusting Nails Into My Head All My Life I Regret