My torpor speaks the fiction to me
As I slip into an eternal slumber
The anguish in all my lies
A fist squeezing me on the inside
The feeling I’ve won for the very last time
The conscious corruption of the mind
F*** your false heart and all your fake tears
F*** all your promises and F*** my demise
F*** your world and F*** your ways
You’re not my god
The tyranny reveals my catharsis and it whispers to me
You’ll drown in the oceans tide,
Only the strongest are meant to survive
You’ll breathe your last in the raging sea
You’ll die in this raging sea
F*** your false heart and all your fake tears
F*** all your promises and F*** my demise
F*** your world and F*** your ways
You’re not my god
The id knows the imminent vocation
The voicing uprising inside
Seething and storm of ruin
In fates hand lays my passing
F*** your false heart and all your fake tears
F*** all your promises and F*** my demise
F*** your world and F*** your ways
You’re not my god
Absolution won’t be granted
So put your lips to the floor
And pray for this just once more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem