Shapeless کے بول

To feel a bleeding soul; Agony of the mind The bliss of torment echoes through my brain Such waste; A loss of will Echoes through lost time I curse life, for which I hunger I curse life, from which I am bereaved I curse the chill of life And welcome the warmth of death Cancel this state, enter dimension shapeless Feeling, bleeding Agony of the mind The bliss of torment Echoes through my brain Such waste, loss of will Echoes through lost time Death shall free my soul Nevermore this mental void, out of this void Into forthcoming abyss of time So you ratify me as insane But death is certain anyway And life was not meant for me My energy will never cease to be A new dimension I shall see Shapeless my soul shall wander