Face the floor - The very ground we’ve all walked before.
What’s in store? Subversive acts shatter earth - Decimation to the core.
Face the floor - The very dirt we've all trod before.
What’s in store? Derailed trails of thought.
This hollow vessel can stand no more.

Burn. These souls don’t deserve not to feel all this pain.
Derived from ignorance that we’re all the same.
We’re going insane.
Diverting the blame.
Polluting our present as though it’s our will to destroy.
A childs broken toy has more worth than anything we've left to say

An amalgamation of frustrations underpin.
Syncopated thoughts deflecting truth.
Ruination of the thought process.
Exerting the mess within.
Collapsing pillars of knowledge through doubt.

How can this be a life, when it’s becoming so simplified?

Crucify my mind as though a body made of sin.
No win can be found in this cesspool of hate.
The state of this universal refusal to be-
will see to and bring through a case of…

Hell will overcome with animosity and leave but a broken shell.
Fragmented visions of propriety, existential apathy.

What’s the point of all this now?

Fear’s all that’s left that can save this.
Is there a way to escape this?

And on the other side we’ll return to ourselves.

Let’s peel back the surface and reveal that life is pure desperation.
Withdrawing myself from everything is my only source of inspiration.

Swaying to the sound of our own misery and continuing self-disgust from being a party to this.
Push the button and depopulate the earth to ensure our footprint is only a faint memory.
A veil of beauty to hide the birth of tragedy.
The cult of existence – A world of dead dreamers confirming that ignorance is bliss.

Life is hell and when the candle goes out I will show you the what hides in the dark.
A world lacking destination and a gap filled with a delusional divine reward.
I'd feel shame too if I thought my presence on this planet would leave a mark.
The whole foundation we've built our lives upon is completely flawed.

I won't fake sympathy, as a past life is somewhere I won't dwell.
I do what I will and my will is to bring hell.

We can escape what we create each time, but know the fires will never quell inside.
We can prepare to battle with our minds 'til we accept ‘I am the hellbringer'.

Life is hell and when the candle goes out I will show you the what hides in the dark.
I won't fake sympathy, as a past life is somewhere I won't dwell.
I do what I will and my will is to bring hell.