Curse the state of dreaming
Lost in reflections of perished schemes
What distress to drown in what once was

Abyss of possession - wounds of the great lie
Grant me strength, so I might fall


Years as a funeral
These crumbling walls called mind
Put it all in a shell, I call it coffin

All that dwells within, call it family

Taste of the dreamlife of angels

As an ubiquitous delusion
Just a child, all is yet to be... destroyed!
I will not be reborn


Oblivion is the strength of this world and it's fall
Stigmata xenophobia


In this void's no hope, no memory remains
Only fear, annihilation of self


For all shine inside this wreck
When it all comes down again

Let the void be known (let the voice be known)