The Eternal Cold (Old Souls And Lord Of Woet 2016)

Текст песни Make Them Suffer - The Eternal Cold (Old Souls And Lord Of Woet 2016)

[Verse 1]
I begin to gnaw
Chewing away, spitting up the very fabrication of myself
The eternal cold, dark shall prosper
As I plunge; descending deeper toward the shadows

[Chorus]
Let me sleep, this endless drone must end
I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself
For I, am but a nothingness drifting
Seeking dead ends and false hope

[Post-Chorus]
There is only death
I do not even exist!
A shadow, a memory
Cast away all binds to self!

[Verse 2]
I'll never, know why
All things beautiful must reach an end
The appetite grows, for a greater knowing
The more I find the more I die inside
I shed, a tear, I weep
All things beautiful must reach an end
Myself containing a dormant
Implosion of infinite decimals spiraling out of control
The ostracization begins
[Bridge]
Within myself, self-loathing
And I've tried to, hold passion, inside the palm of my hand
And tackle, the, world, head on
A knife held to my throat, a nice dose of discretion
The world will feel my pain
As I gnaw away at my boiled flesh

[Verse 3]
Detach myself from reality
My misanthropic ways, fall to waste
My enigmatic veil, begins to sub-due
I cannot continue!

[Chorus]
Let me sleep, this endless drone must end
I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself
For I, am but a nothingness drifting
Seeking dead ends and false hope

[Outro]
This is, my somber send, off
I am, done
The world will end
I've turned my back!