I can't feel my face,
Everything starts to ache.
At least it stops the pain,

Of waking up now

But I don't wanna admit it,

I don't wanna face it all,
Is it such a sin,
To let it slip?


Why can't I,
Why can't I try harder?

Why can't I,
Try to end this?


I'll try to end this,
Try to end this now
I'll try to end ? this ?now.


Fornication of the absolute seekers shows me the state of the desperate never-ending search for justification in the eyes of ones self.
So take me as your example of how not to live, and give yourself to the pursuit in the knowledge that you will never quench you desire.


Wake up this time; turn off the lights, 'cause we're falling into,
Wake up this time; turn off the lights, 'cause we're falling into,

Wake up this time; turn off the lights, 'cause we're falling into,
Wake up this time; turn off the lights, 'cause we're falling into, The pursuit.


I can feel my breath,
Rasping out from inside of me,
My lungs feel heavy,

I suffocate me.

But I don't wanna admit it,

I don't wanna face it all,
Is it such a sin,
To lose my grip?