Paroles de Naraka

Nausea, tremors, paralysis, hallucination Buried alive, I feel the pressure on my chest I have difficulty breathing As my lungs collapse Worthless, failed, forgotten This body is a prison for my consciousness Where I will rot and die a wretched death The sickening nature of reality unfolds In total darkness I shall walk No light, no guidance My companion is self-doubt The path is long and the weight is getting heavy on my bones Mind wandering With every step I diverge from my physical self I want to feel the pain that lingers Razors slashing through my wrists A rusty knife separates the tips from my fingers Lying in a pool of blood Castigated, scarified, humiliated Whipped by the flames with memories I smell the burning of my flesh It’s not my fault It’s you who violated me that night time and time again Whipped by the flames with memories I smell the burning of my flesh Illusions of happiness disintegrate Sanity shattered, ruined forever Vivid dreams of hands dragging me Into my own inferno Crumbled to ashes Vanished to void Absorbed by the atmosphere Enamoured by death I'm not afraid to take my final breath Penetrating, repressing thoughts of suicide The cold lips of the reaper taste like cyanide Razors slashing through my wrists A knife separates the tips from my fingers Lying in a pool of blood, the emptiness persists Sanity shattered, ruined forever Vivid dreams of hands dragging me Into my own inferno Crumbled to ashes Vanished to void Absorbed by the atmosphere