I found freedom, losing all hope was freedom
Self-improve or self-destruct
Right in your face, but not visible
The tip of your tongue, but you can´t taste
Grotesque distortions - dark cyclones
Virtual abattoir - sadist´s womb
A host to parasites every day and night
The need for something more out of life
Lost in oblivion dark and silent
A fear you cannot smell or taste
The endless trance, the muffled cries
I await my second birth
The secret webs of emotion
Spin the threads of self-rejection
The secret webs of emotion
Safety net for all our pain
Castrate the mental wreckage
Waste is a thief
No antidote for anger
Sew the seeds you reap
