Besedila: Origin. Infliction.

My life's scars run so deep
Deep as in before birth
Some things just won't ever change
Feed myself some more pain

Bad memories of childhood
Corrupting innocence
Not teaching me, misleading me
Leaving me on my own

Why questioning? No answering
This shit's just so fucked up
Ignoring my own personal
Self characteristics

Why no one was there to look after me
Torn in between myself
Lost everything taken away from me
Words they can't hear, deaf to hear

Born out of somebody's audacity
Not given a fair chance
Lies spoken in words that I do not know
Pain teaching me suffering

I can't ignore my feelings
My own hostility
Wearing my hate on my face
Look into my eyes

How in the world could you take care of me?
You could not care for you
I'm left with these horrible memories
Time easing me, freeing me

Rise out of my conscious suppression
And ask what the fuck? What for?
Truth wakes in me from my experience
Laugh wondering what it means

Do not create so blindly
Better your offerings
Lives are at stake
Don't deny us the future

Powers beyond in our hands
Ask yourself what it means
Never forget to look deep
Finding thyself

Laws I was reborn with
God-like in character
Choice to create
I will not make that choice

Severing of my blood
Extinction of my flesh
By my own hand
I can't deceive myself

Childhood wars, I suffered through them, my institution
Some pain will last like time unchanged
Cannot forget, lost in illusion, trapped in confusion
Stress overwhelms my peace of mind

I was born from demons
From souls so far from peace
Ask where they came from
Woke with them, spoke with them

They too came from demons
Where can we all find peace?
Life should mean so much more
Peace will come when we sleep

To live is to suffer tragically
My life is complete hell, infliction
I know I am not alone, suffering
We all have our own shit, infliction

Grasping of all meaning inside myself
What we must all endure
Constant awakening of what my spirit brings
Breathe from my strength, child of ignorance

Living in infliction, multiplied misery
Just part of birth, this is the consequence
What do I ask myself? This shit's just got to change
Some pain will last, living in infliction