Below the Neck - L'appel Du Vide Lyrics

Put a bullet between my eyes
Watch the fear, wash away
L'appel du vide is the answer
To my mundane day to day

I feel the calling, pushing me
This feeling of a f*cking twisted, memory
Immoral sense of idealisation
Cocktail disorders, mocking me

It won't go away
It won't go away

I don't know myself anymore
This reflections buried
I've lied so much that I, start to believe it's real
Each day is getting harder, in my twisted head
What is this emptiness, why is it here

Please won't you
Hear my cries
Save me from
All these lies
Please won't you
Hear my cries
Save me from
All these lies

I know that I would be better off dead
These feeling aren't right, I know I'm unwell
Cocktail disorders, anxiety high
I know I'm not in the right state of mind

You'd be better off dead
You'd be better off dead
You'd be better off dead
I know that I would be better off

Cut through my heart, and see the ash
A flickering flame, is all that's left
Can't re-ignite, what still remains
Call of the void, has taken me

Call of the void has taken me
Call of the void has taken me