The Gate

Listen to the step taking you further towards something you know will make your
agony sustain
Against your own knowledge the sound and smells react like repulsive hits to
your mind
You harden as it gets closer, preparing yourself
You harden as it gets closer, preparing yourself
The decay of it all is overwhelming
Surrounded by it all it’s hard to keep the guard up, swallow the anger
Like running into a wall voluntary, head first
As time decays your inside, your weakness grows
Tired ripples that grows without control
The decay of it all is overwhelming
Closely following your desperate attempt of denial
The hold witch makes the pain flow free
It tastes your squandering twitches
Like a foul thought that just won’t leave your mind
Strangely it hits you like a surprise every time
Like pebbles of tears, your eyes cry
The familiar sense of reprisals
Been here before, welcome to decya
Eaten from inside, ready to suffer again
My soul will not take anymore of the agony to come
Been here before, welcome to decya
Eaten from inside, ready to suffer again
The sarcastic look of the hordes passing you by
Like faces of smoke they shape to the thing you fear the most
The decay of it all is overwhelming
Pulsating, inside of it all
Swarming through your whole being
Black holes, like denial in a wake world
The taste of it all
What to become in the end?
Is there an answer to it all?
Can it be won?
Will it be conquered?