Make Them Suffer - The Eternal Cold

I begin to gnaw, chewing away and spitting up the very fabrication of myself
The Eternal Cold Dark shall prosper as I plunge descending deeper toward the
shadows

Let me sleep, this endless drone must end
I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself
for I am but a nothingness drifting
seeking dead ends and false hope

There is only death, I do not even exist
A shadow, a memory
Cast away all binds to self

I ll never know why all things beautiful must reach an end
The appetite grows for a greater knowing, the more I find the more I die
inside
I shed a tear, I weep All things beautiful must reach an end

Myself containing a dormant implosion of infinite decimals
spiralling out of control The ostracization begins

Within myself self loathing
and I ve tried to hold passion inside the palm of my hand and tackle the world
head on
A knife held to my throat, a nice dose of discretion
The world will feel my pain as I gnaw away at my boiled flesh

Detach myself from reality
My misanthropic ways fall to waste
My enigmatic veil begins to subdue I cannot continue

Let me sleep, this endless drone must end
I pray for emptiness and plague upon yourself
for I am but a nothingness drifting
seeking dead ends and false hope

This is my somber send off I am done
The world will end I ve turned my back