Do you feel anything at all?Do you hear steps at the door?Do you reckon the smell of, this life, the dark that binds you.Frigthened by your own smellBitterness will run you through.Silent screaming, turning, twisting the alphabetFrantic eyes, awaiting the answerSplinters of a poem, fragments of what you used to beHabitual and gullible, run-down memoirs is all that's left.Do you wish to sleep? Do you aim for the shadow?Do you feel all infected? This life, the dark that binds you.Frigthened by your own smellBitterness will run you through.Silent screaming, turning, twisting the alphabetFrantic eyes, awaiting the answerSplinters of a poem, fragments of what you used to beHabitual and gullible, run-down memoirs is all that's left.It's the cowardice that pulls you underAnd takes you to the end, where it beginsRelease, the world is waiting your arrivalClose your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride.Do you know about atrocity? Do you know that everbody's gone?Do you know that you're on your own? This life, the dark that binds you.Frigthened by your own smellBitterness will run you through.Silent screaming, turning, twisting the alphabetFrantic eyes, awaiting the answerSplinters of a poem, fragments of what you used to beHabitual and gullible, run-down memoirs is all that's left