What's all the trouble
What is your state of mind?
Are you afraid to leave this f**ing world all behind?
When will you contemplate
The possibility
That there is nothing more than your own contortion of your entity
I am in control of my own life
How are we sure were not just the smoke on the horizon?
Slowly pa**ing agonizing
Along with the wind to dissolve into the rest of fate
Fascinated in conclusion desolation
I will fall into the far corners
Of torment as I rot and lament
Till I'm sick and I'm bent in the arms of suffocation
No more will I last and this life will just pa**
Do I advocate demise?
What do you see in your own eyes
Why don't we all give up?
Existence is your own
Between the mystics and the thrown
The power leads you to believe
That d**h is the wrong answering
Watch as the torment tears and contorts
With your sanity
Your mind is bent by the
Makers of nihility
Our fire burns, we'll always fight
Our fire burns to live or die, die
I will not bow the f** down
Bow the f** down to me
Bow the f** down
Bow the f** down to me
Bow the f** down