I'll name it, the subject at hand

Silence remains most common between us

I'll take it, this final breath of my own

This subject was buried with me

I'm the destroyer of worlds

If all the worlds were my own

I am the silence to all of your prayers

If all your prayers are not to be on your own

For all the times that you just kept pushing, again and again

For all the reasons you never came up with to soften the pain

This is my gospel, this is life, this is my dying breath

This is a nightmare, no one can stop it

My own, my own mind is a sentence

I keep falling, falling, nothing is quite alright

Empty, pointless, selfish aggression

Cancerous hate in every bone of my body

I will never, I will never accept the past (we would never make it last)

To subject myself to existence full of regret

Always in pain but somehow persist

Forgiveness does not exist

I stay acquainted to relative levels of sane

So my mask won't slip

This subject was buried with me

This subject was buried with me

It's alright