Posthuman
I couldnt imagine the future - so dark and hollow
I've become my own life tragedy's witness
The only way is to disappear in gloom and sorrow
I lead my way into eternal winter
The concept of human and humanity has turned inside out
They take kindness for weakness, deception for forgiveness
Throw a stone at me if you think I'm not right
Dont wanna be saved from death, save me from the life
There is nothing but primal fear on his pale apathetic face
He is in terror of his tears, for him it's something new one
He is dead but inside his head, he is like "the man in the case"
Obscured by his coffin's lid, he is posthuman
The vortex inside my chest devours all good in me
No ray of light can dispel that twilight emptiness
An insect stucked in a boundary of self-hatered
Continues to poison the life so aimless, so shameless
Dont wanna be saved from death, save me from the life
There is nothing but primal fear on his pale apathetic face
He is in terror of his tears, for him it's something new one
He is dead but inside his head, he is like "the man in the case"
Obscured by his coffin's lid, he is posthuman
An insect, an insect, an insect, an insect
Continues to poison the life
An insect stucked in a boundary of self-hatered and self adoration
Continues to poison the life so aimless, so shameless
The only thing it can produce to this world throught its hesitations
Is everlasting, obnoxious sequence of suffer
Everlasting sequence of suffer
The only thing it can produce to this world
Is everlasting sequence of suffer
sequence of suffer.
I've become my own life tragedy's witness
The only way is to disappear in gloom and sorrow
I lead my way into eternal winter
The concept of human and humanity has turned inside out
They take kindness for weakness, deception for forgiveness
Throw a stone at me if you think I'm not right
Dont wanna be saved from death, save me from the life
There is nothing but primal fear on his pale apathetic face
He is in terror of his tears, for him it's something new one
He is dead but inside his head, he is like "the man in the case"
Obscured by his coffin's lid, he is posthuman
The vortex inside my chest devours all good in me
No ray of light can dispel that twilight emptiness
An insect stucked in a boundary of self-hatered
Continues to poison the life so aimless, so shameless
Dont wanna be saved from death, save me from the life
There is nothing but primal fear on his pale apathetic face
He is in terror of his tears, for him it's something new one
He is dead but inside his head, he is like "the man in the case"
Obscured by his coffin's lid, he is posthuman
An insect, an insect, an insect, an insect
Continues to poison the life
An insect stucked in a boundary of self-hatered and self adoration
Continues to poison the life so aimless, so shameless
The only thing it can produce to this world throught its hesitations
Is everlasting, obnoxious sequence of suffer
Everlasting sequence of suffer
The only thing it can produce to this world
Is everlasting sequence of suffer
sequence of suffer.
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Writer(s): Scarlet Phantom
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