Grim faces stare leaving me famished cold and empty
Their lies cut through me until I am an empty hole
And through their skin lies nothing
And through these empty vessels I roam
It makes me sick to see those people alive
To see their vacant laughter and wotrthless minds
To witness their faults and lack of life
Their fear of death and their own lies
Such misfortune, laughable misfortune
Tears as endless as the blackened sea
They shall taste my ill fortune
They shall die in misery
Their lies cut through me until I am an empty hole
And through their skin lies nothing
And through these empty vessels I roam
It makes me sick to see those people alive
To see their vacant laughter and wotrthless minds
To witness their faults and lack of life
Their fear of death and their own lies
Such misfortune, laughable misfortune
Tears as endless as the blackened sea
They shall taste my ill fortune
They shall die in misery