The marsh land that is down and deep,
Holds me tight it's clutching me.
Like black cold chains forever,
Dragging me
towards hell's misery.
The things that I've seen with Your eyes.
The things that You choose not to see.
Have scorched me like
ten thousand burning years.
In a purgatory.
I don't want to think my own thoughts.
That make me feel ill at ease.
I make
me want to not live.
When all I do is freeze.
Is this Damnation?
Is it in my mind or is it something I don't
know.
Something that I should control,
I've got to find,
Find the machine.
That makes me want to be me.
Cannot face
another mirror,
Cannot face another truth.
I've got to find,
Find some new eyes,
I've got to find a substitute.
My
omnipresence this is me.
My weapon against your dynasty.
I've got to stop existing mentally,
In places that i do not want to
be.
I hvae to move away,
From thoughts terrible and gray.
It will not let me go,
is this Damnation?
My Omnipresence
this is me.
My friend, turns into an enemy.
Must control, I must control the evil daemon.
Antimental!
