The realisation that I still dont know what Im doing here
Put in perspective I am nothing, we are nothing
It feels like something has been wasted and I am fading
Time is growing against me, as I grow tired of being just another soul spent searching for something inside. I hate my fucking guts, I hate desire, I hate lust
I hate humanity, I hate instinctively
I hate this fucking world for fucking hating me.
The chasm in my chest
Screams of resounding emptiness
I´ve never tasted this bitterness, I never felt this solitude, worthlessness
So what great vision is this to sail amongst the vast indifference
Accept a trail to hollow senses, where only tragedy breaks the numbness
So what great epiphany, Will spell out beneath my feet
Chain my wrists, and admit defeat, Imprisoned by the clarity.
So is this destiny, a doubtful life, feeling empty
Worst of all to make me guilty, blindest of the blind, telling me to see
I might hate this world, I might hate myself
But I won´t be a wasted soul, another ghost like everyone else
This is cursed.
