Songtext von Not A Good Sign

I feel cursed, who cast this spell? I feel trapped, reminding me of mortality. I feel the melting, this can't be real. I feel I'm melting and I'm almost gone. I sense my excistance, becoming smaller. I sense the creation of me... I'm like water in the desert sand. I feel infected, my heart still pounds. I can't quench this thirst of mine. I still bleed, it's not a good sign. I sense my excistance, growing shorter. I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller. Going in reverse... My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance. No hope of survival, no escape from extinction. I feel chosen to take the beating. I'm uncapable to move an inch. A coincidence, kicked by a cloven hoof. I can't clutch this mess I'm in. I sense... My world... ...Becoming... My world...