Abiotic The Wrath
Distraught, deadly and uncomfortable
Drowning in the masses
An internal fight that causes doubts to what I really am
Eyes wandering down to my feet in absolute repugnance
Entering rooms with constant discomfort
It's infinite
Truth cannot be spoken for reality
To bring upon the wrath of our society's pleas
To submit to their will, and lie to myself
Subjected to this torture from everyone else
Truth cannot be spoken for reality
To bring upon the wrath of our society's pleas
To submit to their will, and lie to myself
Subjected to this torturе from everyone еlse
It feels like a battle that I cannot win
Imagining the steel as it pierces my skin
Listening in on conversations from an empty room
Hearing all the ones you love spreading lies as “truth”
Methods of electrocution to create a normal you
Truth cannot be spoken for reality
To bring upon the wrath of our society's pleas
To submit to their will, and lie to myself
Subjected to this torture from everyone else
Is this me?
Yes me
Not you
Not you
Truth cannot be spoken for reality
To bring upon the wrath of our society's pleas
To submit to their will, and lie to myself
Subjected to this torture from everyone else
