Somedamnname Hell is empty, all the Demons are in me

Tekst piosenki

Excess in exegesis
Erroded bLisS
Thoughts broadcasted
For simple ratings
Fuckery
Would you help me
Grow up to be the
Real me, or would
You string me along
And leave me wallowing
In my own regret?
Senses at 200%
(word to Darryl Witherspoon)
Its alike to being in
Purgatory with
No complete date.
Dance to the rhythm
all in complete meaningless
Take a bow, your already done.
Faith at an absolute low,
But I feel like
I should push
on
Even though
Nothing is
Promised in this
Life, but death itself.