[Intro - Chanting hum with gritty clap] Mmmmmmm, Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm Can you feel the darkness, can you feel the shallow thoughts... Warning me, deserting me, the madness? [Break Very Tribal] Arrrrraaaaaaagmh, Arrrrrragmh-Ha! Ala, rah, ta, rah, la... mmmmm Ohmmmmm. Feel it- It stings- ... Beneath me. [Verse 1 Deep focused vocals with twisted harmonies] Ground shatters, earthquakes, mind warped, bends... Breaks. I can feel this empty vessel, crawling deep inside of me. Churning my soul like butter, whipping me into a cream. I wish I knew all the answer, drowning it what couldn't be. All the times I chased the madness for the feeling to hit empty. I... oh I... CAN'T BREATHE! [Chorus] All this madness breaking, bending, twisting deep inside of me. graceful impact of forgotten, pack with blisters and agony. A symphony of my Madness, harvested with disbelief. Steal the Chalice of the Quiet, beg for words they never speak. [Break Powerful Chant] Ohh, oohhh- We are calling, breaking falling, madness deep. Ohh, oohhh- We are laughing, cracking smiles, cheek to cheek. [Verse 2] I relentlessly wondered the world to cure this hate. Fought the madness without hesitate. But cast me down, and make me bleed... Curse the vessel and break the weak. I wish I held the power of virtue, one torch to carry this flame. Hope to build, but we have fallen, hope could only dows the blame. I HAVE... ONLY... FORGOTTEN... WHY? OH! WHY? These words build and broken. CAST IN OPEN SKIES. TORMENT ME! BROKEN SEED! I AM BUT SHALLOW. [Chorus Haunted] All this madness corroding, shifting, burning in disbelief. Hopeless notions create the surface, only to suffer what's beneath. A symphony of Madness, catered perfectly by the weak. splitting time into fragments, shattered souls that cannot speak. [Break Softer and downplayed, almost pleading] I can't help, but it breaks me. I can't learn, because it breaks me. I can't feel, because it makes me! FEEL... I FEEL, DEAD INSIDE... But, It makes me feel... [Whispered] Alive [Outro] I am hollow, I am cursed. Bought from sorrow, just less rehearsed. I wonder slowly, into a grave. Less to mention, and much less to save. I am my own demon. I am my own slave. To be forgotten, not engraved. [Harmony and Chant] Mmmmmmm, Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm
