its called a process
grasping onto an empty hope, returning often to an empty world, to find myself at a loss.
eyes cast down, fixed upon the world beyond vision, with a blank stare forever imprinted withing them.
left alone for only a while, perception is thrown off, becoming that which once was criticized.
lost in a state of confusion, crying out with silent screams, cryin without tears.
torn from that which saves us, if only i could reach, severed connections once more.
what can i do if i find nothing, what can we do if there is nothing, what will they do if he finds something.
in it they find salvation, in it we found pain, without it i am saved in my own way.
becoming what i once hated, feeling it grab hold again, fuck the reasons for they left me ago.
he is dead now, slaughtered by my hands, before my very eyes half of us is gone.
fuck the cause, fuck the answers, no need for questions, fuck salvation, fuck interpetation, lost in redemption, fuck subtlelty, and fuck these lies, broken comprehension
eyes cast down, fixed upon the world beyond vision, with a blank stare forever imprinted withing them.
left alone for only a while, perception is thrown off, becoming that which once was criticized.
lost in a state of confusion, crying out with silent screams, cryin without tears.
torn from that which saves us, if only i could reach, severed connections once more.
what can i do if i find nothing, what can we do if there is nothing, what will they do if he finds something.
in it they find salvation, in it we found pain, without it i am saved in my own way.
becoming what i once hated, feeling it grab hold again, fuck the reasons for they left me ago.
he is dead now, slaughtered by my hands, before my very eyes half of us is gone.
fuck the cause, fuck the answers, no need for questions, fuck salvation, fuck interpetation, lost in redemption, fuck subtlelty, and fuck these lies, broken comprehension