Dead Heart Confession - White Ward

I always see the face of death

Its shadows cover every inch of this vomitous place

I always fill the emptiness

That’s left when someone dies in agony

I feel no pain — my heart is cold

The everlasting flame is dead

But I believe that you can save me

Save me and then forsake me

Bury your god, bury your blood

Bury your soul, bury yourself

I always face the worst of plagues

My life is like a TV screen

The prime time is fulfilled with filth

So is the rest broadcast

And even when I sleep

I see these hideous crimes

They never make me calm

I feel like mesmerized

No longer I believe that all my past was bright

So is the vision of the present

I have an urgent need to tell the truth, so I confess

The stress is forcing me to feel the guilty pleasure

To feel the pleasure caused by death

There is no need to make a crime, I only have to gaze

I have to gaze and recognize new ways atrocity is made

Forsake me