A cacophony of nothingness
Don't get lost inside my emptiness
I don't exist; don't exist
This apathetic barrenness
What once was pure is desolate
So don't persist; don't persist
The dissonance
Dissonance
The dissonance
Dissonance
My weakening bones cannot hold all this pressure within
I'd rather be hated than show all the damage that's under my skin
Over and over I'm bolstered by visions of death
Slowly my soul keeps on growing much colder the older I get
The dissonance
Dissonance
The dissonance
Dissonance