Terrestrial

By Unprocessed

On Angel

Released on October 31, 2025

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(I feel like God's creation)

I feel like God’s creation

In the face of suffering

Can't escape the simulation

That I feel like we're all trapped in

But we’ll find no absolution

All is left is to say our prayers

All we seek for is our own validation

In a world that's sinking into chaos

Darkness spreads across the land

A whisper in the midnight air

And on the hills, the tyrants stand

And hope dissolves into despair

And hope dissolves into despair

And hope dissolves into despair

The wolves want to feast upon their prey

And they won't rest

On the sеventh day

Yes, I want to

Be ablе to do everything that I want to

But I can't because my mind decides to kill me

Every single fucking day

I don't know how to

Turn it off, but I know that I fucking have to

'Cause if I don't, then I'll be underground

Pretty soon, laying there

Not breathing, not moving, not thinking no more

’Cause I was giving in to death

Yeah, I don’t wanna be here

'Cause I really think that I cannot make it

Yeah, I cannot make it

Doesn’t matter how hard I will fucking try it

No, I cannot make it

I cannot make it

I cannot make it end

How can I make it end?

I'll be observing from above like an angel

Looking back on all the things that I have done

Superficial operations for the ancient

A fallen soldier in a war we call love

I have tried my best to finally erase it

But a chapter has been falling from the clouds

A crown of silver has been stolen by the ravens

As they fly towards their promised home

The promised home