Feet Cling to the Rotting Soil - Brainoil

Call out to the desolation

It will only echo your words

Cursed isolation of life

Corrosive introspection, seclusion

With darkness to swallow the sun, and thirst to swallow the sea

An empty chasm expands procuring a nauseating view

Feet cling to the rotting soil, yearning to cross the gap

The path to truth and freedom, or simplistic mental aesthetics

Whose choice will it be?

Have you seen death in life?

Manipulation over freedom

Aggression replaces compassion, distorted by others' desire

Control and hatred, mental exploitation

Self-righteous rationalization, reaction or rejection?

Whose choice will it be?

Who created this obstacle?

Lines of conception blur

Retaliate with deception

An exit does not exist