The Cult of Negation

Spread your hate Some dead children with burnt skins Are playing under a dead snow, wearing gas-masks A heavy and suffocating atmosphere Mixing sulphur and dust with the smell of cadavers They dance among the ruins, among human corpses Hand in hand,

Welcome to a world of pain where no feelings burn All my youth are lying on the prison of their minds A dark corner full of dust, lightless and closed Their laments and cries for only friends Hiding on solitude, forgotten by all The pleasure of pain

They offer us the blades that tear with pleasure our flesh And every strife carves their influence on our minds We live with this suffering, a fall into depression The self-mutilation pushes us towards the meaning of our beings They decrease us all t

I'm drowning into the waters of the oversight shadows embracing me and the cold devouring me cause all of you had illustrated the insignificance of being A life withour values, a useless thing No one likes us or you above or under when you'll break t