This rage has left me callous to the world
My only warmth in this bleak existence
Hangman is coming down
The end is near
The noose tightens as the darkness finds its way
There is no remedy for this infection that plagues my mind
There is no cure to make me cherish this world I loathe
Feed me your antidotes
Feed me your lies
I'd rather stand on crumbling knees
Than reach for a deceitful hand
Abandon me to rot
Imprisoned amongst the beasts
The wretched spawn of humanity
Strife has left me at war with the world
These tribulations will only serve to strengthen my hate
I have lost all faith
No heart, no soul
Just an empty void for this spite to hold