Genten

It was dark and cold Dead inside and dead to the world This place is bleeding me dry The air is lifeless No hope, no god, no heart, no soul, no end Just when you think that it's over It begins again I have scoured for ages This longing is my art I have begged with your saints I have bargained with devils I cannot tell them apart I find only nothing No good or evil to me No light or dark or black or white Only flesh and what it percieves A chemical balancing act A pleasure found in the pain A sacred, sated suffering I finally found my place Somewhere in the middle My heart begins to race For the first time I am something I am but a man Steeped in pain My life blood in my hands This is only the beginning We were never free, we all heed the call To suffer is to be I am child of neither heaven nor hell As for you, only time will tell