Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in two.
Spat forth into darkness and light,
like the Birth from the womb.
I live like this in stillborn life.
I shed my skin and blood and vein,
still i couldn't find my way home again.
So climb inside and rot here for a while.
Outside I can hear this dying world screaming.
Displaced from my earthly home,
like the corpse from the tomb.
So climb inside and rot here for a while.
This pain I own,
A gift in return for a taking, a wounding, a breaking.
This is our childhood's end.
Can't remember when it all began.
I want to burn the masters and the slaves
And those who pray that I'll repent and be like them.
A gift in return for a taking, a wounding, a breaking.
This is our childhood's end.
Can't remember when it all began.
I want to burn the masters and the slaves
And those who pray that i'll repent and be like them.
I'm in exile!!! 2x
Eternally bleeding, but not broken.
The price I pay for vision, I'm not broken.
After all, what can one see with blind open eyes.
I'm in exile!!!
Eaten the dirt from my own grave.
Chosen to be a certain slave.
Now in this way I die.
Yet I am more alive, 2x
I'm in exile.