Twisted is my purpose.
Living my life within a lie.
Empty is my one full vessel.
Truth is everything we defy.
But I never cry.
Lost is my direction.
It's somthing I can never find.
This dark realm goes on forever.
And I'm being left behind.
It feels like I'm losing my mind.
Blind has gone my vision.
And cold is my soul of steel.
Blood mixes within the water.
Is any of this even real?
I don't know how to feel.
Null have gone my senses.
And hollow is my touch.
This dead world is all my own.
And everything as such.
Somehow I love this place so much.
I embrace this darkness.
For dawn would come so late.
This dead dream is my home at last.
Where I idolize my hate.
I've chosen destruction as my fate.
