Tekster: Impulse. Demo. Misanthrope.

Slowly slipping, quickly fading
What the fuck am I to do?
Shivering, freezing, slowly breathing
In this fucking world with you

Spine is shaking
I?'m decaying
Time ran out
But still I?'m waiting

My hands are full of hate, I cant carry more
I walk around with anger leaving holes in the floor
This world became my casket, I was buried alive
Abandoned by society, but still I survive