Beneath the well of roots and pain
I stand as one, forever staind
My choices cursed with bitter fruit
Devoid of hope devoid of truth
My bed is fraud with twisted fate
A masochistic grim debate
For every step a thousand more
My soul a ruin, a frestic soil
Haunted by my own demise
Shadows of my past arise
I am the disease, I am the curse
The poison that only makes things worse
No escape from my own reflection
A life of pain, a soul isolation
I'm architect of my own collapse
The pain and sorrow leaves only scraps
I try to mend what was broken inside
But the darkness within is hard to hide
I want to end this endless strife
To leave this world and end my life
I know it's selfish but can't you see
The world is better of without me
But I am too weak, too far gone
I'm still awake, I'm crying with dawn
Haunted by my own demise
Shadows of my past arise
I am the disease, I am the curse
The poison that only makes things worse
No escape from my own reflection
A life of pain, a soul isolation
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