Lyrics
it s been so long and here is comfort cold
the only thing i want is to feel nothing at all
These are the things i thought i threw away, the irritation pours out from repression Cracked, the callus left by years of steady self-destruction
And only once did everything subside, it s been so long and here is comfort cold
your past and problems will not wander off
Of life through eyes of nobody defined, the only thing i want is to feel nothing at all, you call unto the walls that you construed
digging in your lithosphere
has finally dried and cracked like thinnest clay
so all of this comes back to who i was
Digging in your lithosphere, but see that i am no chameleon here
these are the things i thought i threw away
Pull more and more till winter comes and i have been erased, the scar of harsh rejection opens wide
Digging in your lithosphere, and like a boulder on the path to self-corruption, but see that i am no chameleon here
Before the wind had blown away my fear, no matter what you do to avoid them
digging in your lithosphere
has finally dried and cracked like thinnest clay
The callus left by years of steady self-destruction, you cannot undermine what i am feeling
And like a boulder on the path to self-corruption, why aren t all the answers here
Has finally dried and cracked like thinnest clay, your past and problems will not wander off
you cannot undermine what i am feeling
the ones who summon noble introspection
Before the wind had blown away my fear, the callus left by years of steady self-destruction, and like a boulder on the path to self-corruption
Your past and problems will not wander off, the only thing i want is to feel nothing at all ThouShaltNot, before the wind had blown away my fear
Digging in your lithosphere, strange how you cannot change when you want
But see that i am no chameleon here, and like a boulder on the path to self-corruption
It s been so long and here is comfort cold, the callus left by years of steady self-destruction ThouShaltNot, no matter what you do to avoid them
the irritation pours out from repression
Physical life is a trap, of life through eyes of nobody defined, of life through eyes of nobody defined
the only thing i want is to feel nothing at all
But see that i am no chameleon here, are now like famished wolves with flesh to hold ThouShaltNot, the callus left by years of steady self-destruction
the only thing i want is to feel nothing at all
The ones who summon noble introspection, pull more and more till winter comes and i have been erased Cracked, digging in your lithosphere
Before the wind had blown away my fear, but see that i am no chameleon here ThouShaltNot, you call unto the walls that you construed
Pull more and more till winter comes and i have been erased, pull more and more till winter comes and i have been erased