Dead weight

This is survival!
This is my exile.
I find no solace.
I find no solace beneath a Godless sky.
Will I find shelter in the places the Sun could never find?
Now behold the consequence, the aftermath of ignorance,
shakcled to my worthless neck.
Give me one reason to resist.

So I slip below.
I can't resist the undertow.

So I slip below.
I can't resist the undertow.

I find no solace beneath a Godless sky.
Will I find shelter in the places the Sun could never find?
Because everything's turning black and I see no hope of
turning back.
Cold terror grip my lungs, to let it in would be to
accept defeat.
But what's left to fight for?
When I look inside, nothingness confronts me.
Vexed by the hands of time.
This is survival.
I against I.
What's left inside? So I slip below.
I can't resist the undertow.

So I slip below.
I can't resist!
I can't resist!
I can't resist!
I can't resist!
No, I can feel the dead weight.
I can feel the dead weight of my soul dragging me from
this world.