Let The Dark Do The Rest (Requiem Mass)

I don't feel anything, do you?
The itch inside, I cannot find
A spark in the dark that will tear me up inside
It's not right

Had a hell of a time, suffering in
God, my life was a mess
I won't ever forget it, haunting it
Let the dark do the rest

Sick!
Sick!
You make me sick!
Sick!
You make me sick!

Hell sent its best to come for me
Nothing's left, there is no prize
Portraits of black hang inside me
Quite divine, they pulse inside

Had a hell of a time, suffering in
God, my life was a mess
I won't ever forget it, haunting it
Let the dark do the rest

On and on, this lucid darkness is filling up my soul
And how can I be all alone here? Constant ridicule
And I just want to go
And I just want to see what the future holds

Had a hell of a time, I'm suffering in
God, my life was a mess
I won't ever forget it, haunting it
Let the dark do the rest

You make me sick!
Let the dark do the rest
You make me sick!
Let the dark do the -
You!
Make!
Me!
Sick!