This is survival
This is my exile
I find no solace
I find no solace beneath a Godless sky
Will I find shelter in the places the Sun could never find?
Now behold the consequence, the aftermath of ignorance, shackled to my worthless neck
Give me one reason to resist
So I slip below
I can't resist the undertow
I find no solace beneath a Godless sky
Will I find shelter in the places the Sun could never find?
Because everything's turning black and I see no hope of turning back
Cold terror grips my lungs, to let it in would be to accept defeat
But what's left to fight for?
When I look inside, nothingness confronts me
Vexed by the hands of time
This is survival
I against I
What's left inside?
So I slip below
I can't resist the undertow
I can't resist
No, I can feel the deadweight
I can feel the deadweight of my soul dragging me from this world