It began with a tremor, a twitch, a death nerve rattle
The quiet reminder that my time is running nigh
A slow and steady separation
Clinging to my sanity with fractured hands
Constant convulsions rip right through my body
Violently tearing apart my very being
As I fade between realities and drift within dimensions
Each version of my soul is greeted
With the same wretched f*cking fate
Left to drown in the actions of a selfish man
A life spent lying in the face of loyalty
Spitting in the face of the truth
Is it too late for me to be seeking redemption?
Born from the taste of fear on my tongue
Coveting dreams that could never be
Time has worn through me as a river through stone
Relentlessly slow and torturous
Hope is a self-constructed device
A disease that plagues fragile hearts and minds
With blood I will devote my soul
With this blood I will evoke
The last bit of hate from within these withered veins
Piercing the line between life and death
To reside in the space between the shadows
Relegated to this life of endless violence
Finding myself lost in a constant haze of fragmented psychosis
Surviving simply to witness my pitiful legacy come to life
Struggling so to embrace this end
I have to believe in the absolute beauty of death
The transformation into nothingness
There is no re-birth, no f*cking redemption