Tell me I gotta believe, tell me I gotta live
I'll answer there's nothing to live for, nothing to bereave
Tell me I need faith, tell me I need a god
I'll answer I need some meth, my mind's on psychic flood
Tell me I need love, tell me to find someone
I'll answer I'll gather a mob, reduce someone to no one

You've got the flow, I'm in the tides
It's about the decimated life, I'm breaking strides
Birth is cremated but it's death that's already written ajar
I have no scars but the wounds engraved deep-I'll follow the sweet scent of cigar
Accompanied by whiskey, my mind's clouded in mists of internal war

I know I'm not thinking clear but you still haunt me, my dear
Someday the end will come near still I won't fear the mere

Emptiness growing like cancer- with time passing by it's nigh
Knocking the doors it resounds like a bell so loud and high
Ending lights of faded life, destiny sounds meaner
The obscurities shrouding me are getting deeper. It's getting much more deeper... growing... expanding...ad infinitum... ad arbitrium... finally - ad extremum... dying... ending...gone, extinction!