Internal Torment
No future an obscenity
Why was I chosen to suffer?
Hoping I wake up and the curse has left my soul
(3) Attempts at spech are drowned in laughter
I writhe and grit my teeth in anger... why...?
Not allowed to make decisions
If only I could tell them all
I can think
(4) In my afterlife, I'll rise again
Destroy all the the ones who laughed
Kill them all...
Able to think, flex my limbs, talk and socialise, live my life
(Repeat chorus verse 3)
