RELAPSE
Lost in the fogof a subconscious war
A lifemare of struggle and strife
The four horsemen of apocalypse
Knock on my minds door
My doom looms
and I never want to look
For what I have to live for
My list now stops at one
The stars in my sky are black
Hatred eternally blotting out the sun
Each and every sensation is lost
Writings on ancient walls
Every meaning is gone
God deserves his hell he rot
For the worst of what he's done
While every one of us
Continues in our own
You know there is something very wrong
When the only thing to do
Is to sit and stare
Blankly at the empty view
Weather a god of light
or a creature of fight or flight
Nothing can go right
When one tries to fulfill ones needs
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