Lyrics
A vast enormous abyss, a vast enormous abyss Ampulex, coma of the soul
Longing for the soil, longing for my last breath, a vast enormous abyss
is an hour closer to death
Leading straight into the pits, at least every hour passed, at least every hour passed
A vast enormous abyss, a vast enormous abyss
longing for my last breath
The disease tears a hole, leading straight into the pits
The sweet embrace of death, the disease tears a hole, the sweet embrace of death
hating it with all i m worth
Dark thoughts are now in control, so sick of the world
Evergrowing longing, hating it with all i m worth
The disease tears a hole, coma of the soul
at least every hour passed
Is an hour closer to death, the disease tears a hole, it decides how my future unfolds
the disease tears a hole
been hating it since birth
It decides how my future unfolds, at least every hour passed
Leading straight into the pits, coma of the soul
Evergrowing longing, leading straight into the pits Ampulex, evergrowing longing
Dark thoughts are now in control, dark thoughts are now in control
is an hour closer to death
At least every hour passed, a vast enormous abyss Dying, the disease tears a hole
is an hour closer to death
Sickness of the soul, sickness of the soul, at least every hour passed
Dark thoughts are now in control, a vast enormous abyss Dying, engulfed in hopelessness
The disease tears a hole, at least every hour passed Dementor, a vast enormous abyss
Longing for my last breath, at least every hour passed
Longing for the soil, sickness of the soul, lost in total darkness
Longing for my last breath, dark thoughts are now in control, leading straight into the pits
Coma of the soul, at least every hour passed
Leading straight into the pits, been hating it since birth
The disease tears a hole, the disease tears a hole
Dark thoughts are now in control, the disease tears a hole, a vast enormous abyss
sickness of the soul
It decides how my future unfolds, leading straight into the pits, coma of the soul
been hating it since birth
coma of the soul
Lost in total darkness, dark thoughts are now in control
At least every hour passed, leading straight into the pits
At least every hour passed, a vast enormous abyss
Sickness of the soul, the disease tears a hole
Leading straight into the pits, lost in total darkness
Sickness of the soul, coma of the soul, leading straight into the pits
Leading straight into the pits, leading straight into the pits
So sick of the world, coma of the soul Dying, so sick of the world
Engulfed in hopelessness, coma of the soul Soul, the disease tears a hole
longing for the soil
The disease tears a hole, coma of the soul
dark thoughts are now in control
Sickness of the soul, leading straight into the pits
Coma of the soul, existence seems so meaningless, is an hour closer to death
A vast enormous abyss, been hating it since birth
The disease tears a hole, been hating it since birth, coma of the soul
Dark thoughts are now in control, coma of the soul