With each twist it’s pain, the body refusing
Nerves are inflamed, muscles redoing
Mobility waning, confinement keeps tightening
Constriction of blood, what will each night bring
Paralyzation, like birth is reversing
The mind is dissolving, no learning or nurturing
Immovable now, pain all encompa**ing
d**h will not come, body keeps smoldering
CHORUS x4:
An empty receptacle
The end won’t come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you
Thought is retreating, just breathing and pain
Senses abandoned, way past insane
The point is it’s pointless, no way to make changes
The spirit can’t break free, life force is contained
The darkness horizon, the sun never sets
Lingers in agony, frozen from d**h
So far from escape, but close in to taste it
The world needs to end, to go along with it
CHORUS x4:
An empty receptacle
The end won’t come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you
LEAD
CHORUS x4:
An empty receptacle
The end won’t come soon
No fortune remains
Pure torture for you