In Cold Blood. Hell On Earth. Lost In Doubt. Zeneszám

Define the realm of light through darkness. A soul condemned upon incarnate. The taste of life once it exists. Stalk the night living deathwish. In the chamber death awaits, vengeance is mine. All compression disintegrates hands of time. Work against you everyday you die inside. Existence with no rhyme or reason. Loss of time each passing season. Deceived by their doubt and treason. Questioning every moment