Текст песни A Longing Fulfilled

Sickened by myself, the shell of a coward in my mind, i feel nothing but contempt a bitter hate, stabbing inside awaiting the caress of a blade I have lost touch with the sanity that once comforted me i have been instilled with a sense of self-loathing consuming my every though in miserable suffering awaiting the caress of a blade across my wrist I can not feel, my emotions frozen my breathe is gone, heart is cold inside is a hole, never ending slowly consuming myself from inside My longing fulfilled, the caress of a blade from my wounds crimson rivers flow releasing all my inner suffering purging my years of self-hate