"Null" lyrics
"Null"
Swallowed by dejection
The cartridge I wore
The golden one was left behind
Perverse I secretly am
God knew it better
My scars could attest
My dispassionate pleasure
Ripping the skin from bone
The torment of flesh
The shell that encloses
As heavy as stone
My heart may endure
Under the sun
This familiar pain
I assumed an ultimate form
Splendid and passionate
Pearls of hunger
Ripple through my bones
More sorrow than madness
Than I have ever known
Set the eyes on fire
Blazing red
Inner screams
Echoes in my skull
Anger pulses
A trashing stream in my veins
My gnarled body
A trapping cage
A torturous smile
Indulgence blends with grief
They beg for more
But they do so in vain
My head still thrashes
Demanding to be heard
The boundaries between perception
And reality still dim
Transcending thoughts
For one day
Tainted body and mind
Will do nothing but obey
I am phenomenal
Fierce, strong and audacious
I am proud to be owned
I'm honored to be His slave
With passion I serve Him
With gratitude I bend my knees
He awakens the deepest parts of me
Where once I couldn't fell
He awakens the deepest parts of me
Where once I couldn't fell
Writer(s): Gaerea
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- Gaerea Lyrics
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