Diecell: Turmoil Symphony



Swallow pride and seek for, what is crawling beneath.
Cough out the merciless flavour in the air you breath.
Wander the ever-darkened alleys betrayal possessed,
deafening the toll of traitors death caressed.


Who am I to justify?
Who am I? The undivine..

Feeling faint, I'm drifting away, drifting from this day...
No more games, I'm ending this, ending it my way...


Inhaling lungful of smoke, pumping veinful of ethanol.
Excistance is depending on numbness of my soul.
Symphonial the turmoil of the state under my skin.
The end, it is the last task to begin...