Fucking congression, enemy closing in,
walking confession in your past aggression
biting your arm off

peeping again through, a hole in the ceilling
consistent to die for, a state with no feelings
cut all your bullshit, a knife in your hand
For my own reflection, a killing demand

Shout, keep quiet dog
Silence, before it grows
insane, don't formulate
Fuck you, it's you I hate
again

tarnished behavior of go run and hide in the
attic or forest I'll seek you and find
might I move in the shadows, a knife in my hand
for you're my reflection, a greedy demand


don't you Shout, you keep quiet dog
Silence I said, shut up before it grows
insane I would think so, don't you dare to taste
Fuck you all over, it's you that I hate
again


alone in the darkness,
there's blood on my hands
my shirt is teared open
silent once again
the voices gone seeking
for some other pray
It's finely quiet
Hope this time
Hope this time
this state shall stay