Despite all the bad times,
I dont feel the pain
That this deathly sore produces.
Despite the abandonment,
I dont feel the fear.
The Grief besieges me without stop.
Despite all my misery,
I feel something strange in me,
It feels like omnipotence.
Despite... my doubts,
My mind... is not mine.
I am pleased with you:
Sweet, rotten, damned, mortal life.
I annihilate you silently
Till tasting all your pain from you.
I corner you, fucker, till I see
You sweat cold enough to freeze your souls nectar.
I take your body-
Delight!
What do you think goes on
When someone dies?
Despite all the past times,
I cant feel the guilt.
All my sins are forgotten.
Despite how ominous
My future could be,
Fear never goes away.
I can see the truth of my fate!
Artist: Derek Sherinian
Artist: Edward Maya
Artist: Brayton Bowman