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Brilliance, a heart of gold
And a voice that whispers
I
am
wholly
miserable
He is the most miserable of men
Every word he speaks, reeks of failure
He has failed where others
Have succeeded threefold
This failure suffers
What is a man
That is the source of his own misery
To face a lifelong nightmare
Of taunting dreams is unbearable
What is this man
A dark prophet
A dark prophecy
Suffering knows no end
Nor does his appetite for it
Opt for the darkest corner and brood
Keep closed your eyes
Keep turned your back
Tomorrow is dead
Tomorrow is dead
Today is the grave
Yesterday he secured a tomb
Time has been cruel
Why should time be any different than life
When tomorrow is dead
His shame
He will lie between
Resentment and regret
He shed his grace
As certain as a snake sheds its skin
Laid waste to a wealth of talent
His curse of being blessed with treasures
That just were not gold enough
His endless misfortune
- Álbum:
- Just Can’t Hate Enough x2 – Plus Other Hate Songs
- Reach Beyond the Sun
- Misanthropy Pure
- Hearts Once Nourished With Hope And Compassion
- Miscellaneous
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 149
- Metal Blade Records 2013 Sampler
- A Comprehensive Retrospective or: How We Learned to Stop...
- A Whole New Level of Sickness
- A Profound Hatred of Man
- The Soundtrack to Your Life
- Trustkill Winter 2003 Sampler
- That Within Blood Ill-Tempered