Masachist Inner Void
Now the abyss stares back
You know you cannot hide
Inhale the ashes, lick dirty bones
Deeper and deeper until you’re gone
Closer, closer, feel the tide
Hours, days, time runs out
Count, count, every second counts
Turned into waste, all becomes none
Seven waves of white noise
Distorted echoes are calling
Our souls will expire
So open your mouth of decay …and enter the void
Closer, closer, feel the tide
Hours, days, time runs out
Count, count, every second counts
Turned into waste, all becomes none
And now the abyss stares back
Come, let yourself be devoured
digested years compressed to hours
rust, decay, carry wooden boxes
move on, fade, memories and corpses
dreams are cold… like rats leaving your boat
Burning your tongue
Skeletal cage
The inner void
Cold souls escape
