[ Featuring Skeleton Meat Phantasy Library ]
I'm packaging up my bags
I'm going on a chart where no one can find me
I don't care anymore this is by my own design we
Don't have anything to say anymore
Don't try and stop me
I want to go
This is my own choice, i think
I don't know what to say to anyone or anything
No one can help me
I'm searching for the brutalistic city
I want to find myself, i want to find anything
I just want to feel, i just want to stop numbing
Empty brutalist city
Crumbles beneath my feet
This endless wandering
Is strangely comforting
To be astray in this ghost machine
I see it in my dreams
Don't need camaraderie
No one to guide my hands or feet
It's all been done before
I need to venture into sterile worlds
I'm never coming back again
I need to shake the shadow men
I'm scared of myself and of love
I'll pray to spirits, circling doves
Please take the pain, reintroduce
A life of peace, without abuse
No. it never gets better
No matter what i try
I always suffer
But they'll find you
The sempiternal
Sentinels of doom
Reach out to seize you
Twitching static consumes
The acropolis
Feeds off you
This is why
We always try to run away from what we're feeling
No regard for the others that we may be hurting
