This is the year where hope fails you
The test subjects run the experiments
And the bistards you know, is the hero you hate
But cohesing is posssible if we strive
When buzzing silence is the only sort
of music my care-weary ear can stand,
and I become a hairy, pus-filled wart
that shames the muse's lovely powdered hand-
Grasp of death, fill me with the cold,
inside me, something crying,
pretty thing, torn wings, wounds deep,
what keeps me alive, tears of love, tears of sorrow...
In my mind, in darkest corner, there's graveyard,
filled with desires, a dark land, raped, scarred...
In my thoughts, hidden, necropolis of dreams,
filled with dead hopes, echoing, ghostly screams...
Death, my friend, you are always there,
from you, no one flee, you are everywhere,
still, I wonder, why you are never here...
Death, my friend, you release others from pain,
I am just a sad soul in the dark world,
sorrow and pain - my only companions...
Dark words, burning tears of my pain,
comforting me in my sorrowful journey...
Have you seen reflections, emotions in the others eyes?
Have you stared love in the face, seen it in the eyes?
Have you seen love die in those same eyes?
Seen all that hope, how it is gone, how it just dies?
Inside my mind, on darkside, there's demons hive,
through my eyes, out in the night they dive,
for weak gods children, death those demons give,
on helpless world, my demons of mind will thrive,