Psyclon Nine - Anaesthetic (For The Pathetic)

Suffered a legion of blood and despair Naked and twisted scratching in this empty skin Perverse and destroyed A forgery of what used to be Drowning in the absence Of self sustaining chemistry Delay, decay Filling up the cavity To staunch the sickly feeling of death, of death Killing me the tragedy This torture scene is purity You will see inside of me The growing of this malady Do I fade away Do I gasp for air Do I live out a life that was preset Even if I struggle to the day I die Do I waste my time We'll just live out our lives anesthetized.