Childhood Is A Knife In The Throat
Rorcal
5:36Freedom as an illusion A flow. Perversion No more. I surrender To existence I let myself suffocate I drown in pitch black sadness I taste its bitter end And allow its darkness to grow I become the guilt I embrace all that’s wrong My actions do not need Justification anymore I see the end in every beginning I silence the hope, I move faster in time My faith is now fatal [CRIS] No expectation I surrender My path leads me away Dark lands of eternal sorrow No more light to show me the way Welcoming a funeral life All innocence is turning to dust