To feel a bleeding soul; Agony of the mind

The bliss of torment echoes through my brain

Such waste; A loss of will

Echoes through lost time



I curse life, for which I hunger

I curse life, from which I am bereaved

I curse the chill of life

And welcome the warmth of death

Cancel this state, enter dimension shapeless



Feeling, bleeding

Agony of the mind

The bliss of torment

Echoes through my brain

Such waste, loss of will

Echoes through lost time



Death shall free my soul

Nevermore this mental void, out of this void

Into forthcoming abyss of time



So you ratify me as insane

But death is certain anyway

And life was not meant for me

My energy will never cease to be

A new dimension I shall see

Shapeless my soul shall wander