Makers of Nihility - AngelMaker

Whats all the trouble

What is your state of mind?

Are you afraid to leave this fucking world all behind?

When will you contemplate

The possibility

That there is nothing more than your own contortion of your entity

I am in control of my own life

How are we sure we’re not just the smoke on the horizon?

Slowly passing agonizing

Along with the wind to dissolve into the rest of fate

Fascinated in conclusion desolation

I will fall into the far corners

Of torment as I rot and lament

Till Im sick and I’m bent in the arms of suffocation

No more will I last and this life will just pass

Do I advocate demise?

What do you see in your own eyes

Why don’t we all give up?

Existence is your own

Between the mystics and the thrown

The power leads you to believe

That death is the wrong answering

Watch as the torment tears and contorts

With your sanity

Your mind is bent by the

Makers of Nihility

Our fire burns

We’ll always fight

Our fire burns

To live or die

Die

I will not bow the fuck down

Bow the fuck down to me

Bow the fuck down

Bow the fuck down to me

Bow the fuck down