Volume One







It's a disease, a fucking sickness

Not even on your knees will I grant you forgiveness

Died before I was even born,

Everything comes at a price

So tonight I will be your Anti-Christ

Tired of a life I never wanted

Can't sleep because I'm always haunted

A nightmare of the past, were I'm always sad

of a youth I never even had


It's a sickness, A fucking disease

I'm already dead, nailed to your cross

It's a war I already Lost

We are all born just to die

given a hope; that is nothing more than a lie

of a God that doesn't exist

or at least one that doesn't persist

in the end were just a number on death's little list





Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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