I despise my own existence
I am all yet nothing 

I [bad word] the human condition
With every breath I take 

The world is dead through my eyes
The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies 

I'm blinded by the piercing light
Sickened by this false harmony 

The world is dead through my eyes
The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies 

Life, like a wound that acts
Dragging me down through a torn existence
My restless soul... 

I [bad word] 
In the darkest of times 

Time keeps dragging on
I feel like I don't belong 

The world is dead through my eyes
The flesh, a grievous swarm of flies 

Life, like a wound that acts
Dragging me down through a torn existence
My restless soul, pierced by the light
The silence grows, there's nothing left but the stains