This is survival.This is my exile.I find no solace.I find no solace beneath a Godless sky.Will I find shelter in the places the Sun could never find?Now behold the consequence, the aftermath of ignorance, shackled to myworthless neck.Give me one reason to resist.So I slip below.I can't resist the undertow.I find no solace beneath a Godless sky.Will I find shelter in the places the Sun could never find?Because everything's turning black and I see no hope of turning back.Cold terror grips my lungs, to let it in would be to accept defeat.But what's left to fight for?When I look inside, nothingness confronts me.Vexed by the hands of time.This is survival.I against I.What's left inside?So I slip below.I can't resist the undertow.I can't resist.No, I can feel the deadweight.I can feel the deadweight of my soul dragging me from this world.