Mental delusions begun, For once what was sane is now under the gun. A lucid and shameful display, Of actions derived from these struggles ordained. We will never coalesce, Daft metaphors for this grief that we possess. A shameful and lucid display, Of actions derived from these struggles ordained. This path before me, it wreaks of sullen woes. Lost in failure am I, do I deserve to die? Lost in failure am I, do I deserve to die? Down this path I wonder, Warfare now blaring like thunder. My mind a war zone, that I've never seen before. Down this path I wonder, Warfare now blaring like thunder. My mind a war zone, that I've never seen before. Mother, will you return? Or must I search for you in this hell? To let go of hope I yearn, I pray for the sound of my death knell. Do I seek pure righteousness or freedom from these dark afflictions? Opaque and void of life, their torture haunts me on this night. Behold the souls of demons, my death I romanticise. Still I recall the promises I have made, I must arise! Confrontation annulled of reason, A deafening sorrow, not wanting a tomorrow. This path that lays before me, corroding with dour dross. One single thought scribed in my mind: do I deserve to die? Do I deserve to die?