Soul Embraced. La Fin Absolue Du Monde. Zeneszám

Withering, diminishing, becoming what I loathe. Monsterous and hideous, breaking every mirror. I can?t look at myself anymore. I can?t look at myself anymore. I can?t save what?s left of me, my vow broken in every way. Everyday I become less like me. Chained to a world I despise. Death in disguise. My innocence corroded. No truth, only lies. I can?t look at myself anymore. I can?t look at myself anymore. I can?t save what?s left of me, my vow broken in every way. Everyday I become less like me