Chorus:
Even through
Weaving woe
And feeling my old age
Bleeding as the walls collapse
Surrounding me
And all the lasts will tell
Even at the end
Condemned in me
The affliction bears torment
Like a rotting apple
Weighs down its boughs
Anxiety of release
Corrupt foundation
Spoiled flesh fruit left to fester
Falling and failing much faster
When
Am I
Whole?
It seethes in me
That path to ascending to power
Lost as it becomes
Powerless
For the only thing to feel
For the last chance to escape this
For the only thing left for me
I am consumed
Chorus
And even as the power grows inside of me
I lose track of the bastion
And take away
And even though even though
I've lost each battle that I've fought
Even though I'm certain of nothing
I'll continue this long haul
Chorus
Break
And ascend from the cavern
Assessing damage
delicate mind
Where do I find me
Seek not to adorn this
A worthy countenance
This filth , Not to conceal it
But become aware
Of this hate
And suffer the self is,
self is, destruction
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