Tormented کے بول

Do you know? What you've done to me? These never ending voids in my head The walls are closing in Locked in the gearbox of inhumanity Fluctuating depression Redemption is compulsary, or it will fall Choking on an ancient dust The scripture of defeat, the halo of flies Objects, manipulating us into deprivation Scornful deities, shrieking at what we've done Time is broken, nothing there to fix We are turning inwards, to us Crushing what hope remains Goodness, the light, it still refrains Reside in suicide, it gets me out To eternal darkness I suffer agony without...