The greatness Welcome to the void The greatness Welcome to the void The greatness Welcome to the void Woke up today to a world in destruction Heart ripped apart, no map or instruction Drained of all reason, devoid of all empathy Now all I want is to watch you bleed like me (like me) Woke up with a hole in my chest, thinking 'bout you, girl Thinking 'bout the dead, yeah, I still love 'em too Look to the skies, but there's no savior in sight Just the cold hard ground and the endless night I hate this feeling so fucking much What triggered this? Why ain't I numb to the touch? I feel everything in the marrow of my bones Stretching my soul, I'm eroding, I'm gone (I'm gone) Often I question why am I like this? Is it the depression or the bipolar shift? (Or both?) Feels like everyone understands this pain Feels like everyone feels just the same Today I'm a man, but back when I was a child? Felt so alone, crying soft, meek and mild Just wanted friends, wanted to play in the Sun But then came the violence with nowhere to run (nowhere) Bit by bit, the darkness crept in Saw so much rage for a frame so thin So much rage for so young an age I can't stop thinking where they hide them snakes I can't stop thinking of our last goodbye I really pray to meet you again when I die We all lost in a world built on nothing but lies (I will never forgive this world for taking what was important to me) Land of the Sun, we rise early to grind Fear in the gut, but we leave it behind (where we, the people) The bus ride to hell, controlling the rage against the state (suffer) Watch for the snakes, yeah, they lying in wait (where we fucking suffer) (Where we, work our asses, do not let the oppressor trick you) It's strange, huh? (Hu hu hu) It's gonna get worse, just relax, let it brew All the weight of the ideas you insisted to Allow it to spread, don't let them get power like those pdfs All the hopes that I dared to dream in the dark Gotta cut the cord, gotta miss the mark Gotta build the road and the tools in order to try I keep the revolt in my chest until the day that I die (Because pretty much now the only thing I can do is Move Fucking Forward) My chest bleeds when, I think of your face Gave me freedom but I'm condemned to obey If I'm an atheist, did I block my own way? Fuck morality, fuck the pillars you claim I was just running from pain, playing the game Creating a new name Developing ways, swiping through essays Turning my pain to a new kind of array Where I can change the structure of Fight, keep fighting