I call for you when I'm awake,
I call for you when I'm asleep.
When I dream I can't catch a break.
Through the ceiling, your blood seeps in.
Internal agony,
Nobody has what I need.
This eternal rage in me,
A war that I can't concede.
In flesh heaps I can't find one part,
That brings me joy, that isn't just,
A waste of someone torn apart.
A waste of blood, a waste of trust.
Trust me, totally.
There's so much that I need.
So force me, brutally.
I can be weak if you defeat me.
Every day, every night, I beg for a fight.
I pray to God and I ask if he might,
Send a nice man to destroy me, gently,
Beat me to the ground and then we will see.
What's left of me might not be too much,
Broken jaws from unpulled punches.
On the ground I will finally know that someone can finish me.
This album should be ranked very high in ranks of latest industrial albums, because it just crushes the competition. THIS is how it's done people. Menacing vocals, pounding drums and haunting electronics have no mercy on your ears and leave you with not one second of peace. Play this loud and do people around you a service.
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