Wastelands

As I lay in these wastelands
The darkness encompasses me
It's become my home and now
It's the only thing I breathe
With a thousand knives in my back
I exist in the hands
Of a creation spawned by the darkest of days
In these wastelands

Similar to these cultists and blind sheep around my grave
There is a past which we can look back upon so I observe my days
Apart from the lost memories and the haze
There's only one that I see
That thing is pain
That thing is pain

I hold my head in shame
Wishing I had never came to be
In the place I'm in right now
Leaning my head back and choking as I freeze

As I lay in these wastelands
The darkness encompasses me
It's become my home and now
It's the only thing I breathe

The demons in my head
Look back at me as I look at the mirrored interior of this box
So much for buying a coffin you knew I would hate
You should have just thrown my body off the docks

With a thousand knives in my back
I exist in the hands
Of a creation spawned by the darkest of days
In these wastelands

I will suffer forever

As I lay in these wastelands, the darkness encompasses me
As I lay in these wastelands, the darkness encompasses me