Threnode کے بول

I despise my own existence I am all yet nothing I distrust the human condition With every breath I take The world is dead through my eyes The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies I'm blinded by the piercing light Sickened by this false harmony The world is dead though my eyes The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies. Life; like a wound that acts Dragging me down through a torn existence My restless soul I seek comfort in the darkest of times Time keeps dragging on I feel like I don't belong The world is dead though my eyes The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies. Life; like a wound that acts Dragging me down through a torn existence My restless soul Pierced by the light The silence grows There's nothing left but the stains