...of Every Strain

Why can't I feel the life that I breathe?
Why am I so consumed?
Despair the face of every strain
my thoughts are weak and torn
Reap what you have sown
The flame that burns my heart is blown
I wear a face that hides my pain
amidst my world of anger
How much longer can I remain,
behind this mask of the damned
As I walk along this bacchanal of sin
It allows the darkness in my soul to fester within
Reap what you have sown
My faith in life is gone
This world prepares a feverfeast
that feeds the beast
Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds
My world prepares a feverfeast
that feeds the beast
Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words
I bide my time awaiting
one final chance to reflect on the past
Of this disease I call my life
As I walk along this bacchanal of sin
It allows the darkness in my soul to fester within
Reap what you have sown, my faith in life is gone
This world prepares a feverfeast
that feeds the beast
Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds
This world prepares a feverfeast
that feeds the beast
Spoken by the wayward souls,
their forgotten words.