Masachist Drilling The Nerves
Do you still feel the need to resist
When you know that you already lost the fight?
Try walking among the shadows
They hear the weeping of your wounds
One day you will join this quiet army
Attracted by the cold, defeated flesh
If only they could be sucked back into their abandoned
corpses
To awaken the spark of life in their decaying, shallow
eyes
They know there is no place for them to walk this road
again
No more than faded memories and echoes of their long
lost fight
And it will manifest itself when you are all but
prepared
To raise the curtain and reveal the hidden wheels that
move the flesh
The blood that doesn’t stop
The air forced into lungs
You left your mother’s womb
But the soil awaits your return
I feel my soul is being slowly consumed by the unknown
Bite after bite it takes me closer to the end of my
existence
What forces will move my body when all my powers are
gone?
Most likely it will become unnecessary in its present
form
They know there is no place for them to walk this road
again
No more than faded memories and echoes of their long
lost fight
And it will manifest itself when you are all but
prepared
To raise the curtain and reveal the hidden wheels that
move the flesh
You do not wish for those things to happen but they
will
And all those desperate cries are for nothing…
Can you hear the voices of the fallen?
They found their place among the roots
Fertilizing the soil so that new life could explode
Their useless flesh became a precious gift for our land
The blood that doesn’t stop
The air forced into lungs
You left your mother’s womb
But the soil awaits your return
