Testo di Contort

Emptiness enables me To treat new passing time Questions raised to truth witheld Draw pain that isnt mine Bereft my insides bury words Tormented in the mind Strive to reach wisps of fate Cleansed of what's behind A shell repeating patiently A face that cannot hide Relations to a consequence To say I havent tried Lines cut across my face Hide to stop this kill embrace Had the chance but lived a lie Hate the truth now what am I Mirrors chase this misery Rotting here inside of me Bleeding out now How can it be Sinking in an unrelenting Complacent yet unnerving Figment of imagination Persistent in accumulating NOthing worth contemplation Accepting perception As seeming an existence