Why can't I feel the life that I breathe? Why am I so consumed? Despair the face of every strain my thoughts are weak and torn Reap what you have sewn The flame that burns my heart is blown I wear a face that hides my pain amidst my world of anger How much longer can I remain, behind this mask of the damned As I walk along this bacchanal of sin It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within Reap what you have sewn My faith in life is gone This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words I bide my time awaiting one final chance to reflect on the past Of this disease I call my life As I walk along this bacchanal of sin It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within Reap what you have sewn, my faith in life is gone This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words.