A final release from the rituals of pain Crippled By the tragedies of existence Deep rooted in everlasting torment Dragged out, An eternity of suffering The trembling hands, callused and worn Can only cover the wounds That even time refuses to heal Blisters to scab Weathering the hollow shell Leaving whats scarred, visible and clear Behind a broken stare Behind a broken stare What will be our final thoughts? As the light diminishes from us What will be our final thoughts? Will it be fragments of a euphoric Dream laced with endless joy? Or will the nightmare sink further? Soaked in anguish and despair Soaked in anguish and depair