Suspended, distant life, desire conflicts the mind
Distracted, distorted vision of my own design
Repugnant existence, content with forging a life
Replacing ambition with subservency
For now, we are living amid futility
Look beyond the arcane message that's carved into the minds of
Aimless liars, void of meaning
Deny your form direction and give into despondency
We are the souls of sedation
We are the curse of creation
A decline, over time, shattered dreams, abolish life
Disregarding purpose, deepen the distortion, a state of the condemned
Spiritual purgatory, undefined destiny, revel in agony
Shrouding real life with your fantasy
The blind will soon be forced to see
The dismal traits of flesh that form society
Voiceless hatred longing to break free
Give your form direction and constitute supremacy
We are the souls of sedation
We are the curse of creation
Boundless hate for this life
Atone for hollow avarice
Your living lie you despise
To leave with nothing, nothing but a debt
I, the words of all deceased
Forming from the scorn of wretched serenity
I, the grind of regularity
Present in the core of every expression
Repulsed by survival, the cloud is closing in
The mind for now departs the flesh, submitting to the phantom mist
Faithless, titan, immortal being
First strip the mind of purpose the ravish the carca**
We are the souls of sedation
We are the curse of creation
We are the (we are the) spawn of dejection
We are the (we are the) souls of sedation
Just as the nimbus ordained
Reverend of pain and suffering
Begin the march of ruin
Onward to grave misfortune, bound by the monotony
We are the souls
We are the curse
We are the souls of sedation
We are the curse of creation