I see them coming at me all the time, Lashing out, killing me over and over again. And I laugh for I enjoy all the deaths that I receive, The pain and destruction of my flesh, Killing me over and over again.
The blackness still comes, forever killing me. I rock back and forth, staring through. The blackness which slices through, My scarred and dead flesh, yet still I die as I see my skin shred.
Dead again and still I stare at the blackness which is still there. Have they not yet reached the core, of my flesh so battered and torn? Maybe I have no core, maybe inside there`s nothing. If so what do I die for?
Staring, watching, willing, killing, Seeing, dreaming, screaming, screaming, Killing, killing, killing, killing… Willing, filling what wasn`t there, emptiness my despair.
Stuck, unable to move off my chair, Rocking back and forth, with no eyes, yet still I stare. At the blackness which is always there.
(Music – Greg. 3/1993) (Lyrics – Greg. 2/1993)
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