Makers Of Nihility Lyrics

What's all the trouble?
What is your state of mind?
Are you afraid to leave this f****** world all behind?
When will you contemplate
The possibility
That there is nothing more tan your own contortion of your entity?
I am in control of my own life

How are we sure we're not just the smoke onthe horizon?
Slowly passing agonizing
Along with the wind to dissolve into the rest of fate
Fascinated in conclusión desolation
I will fall into the fear corners
Of torment as I rot and lament
Till I'm sick and I'm bent in the arms of suffocation
No more will I last and this life will just pass
Do I advocate demise?
What do you see in your own eyes?
Why don't we all give up?
Existence is your own
Between the mystics and the throne
The power leads you to believe
That death is the wrong answering

Watch as the torment
Tears and contorts with your sanity
Your mind is bent by the makers of nihility
Our fire burns
We'll always fight
Our fire burns
To live or die
Die

I will not bow the f*** down
Bow the f*** down to me
Bow the f*** down
Bow the f*** down to me
Bow the f*** down