Internal Morphosis

ICan’t you see this on my pale skin? Don’t you know why you pray for me? Fears become real in this shell...
Can’t you see this in my rotten heart? Don’t you know why distress grips you? In this head time no longer exists...
II remain trapped in this empty body That I don’t recognized anymore...

...holding life for a lie...

Oh, internal morphosis... Never stops growing in my brain...

Reality distorts From the pressure of this deadly illness In my guts.
Sentenced to suffer in this wasteland My breath slows down...

...holding life for a lie...

Oh, internal morphosis... Never stops growing in my brain...

I feel the disease pulsing in my veins... Gripping my senses and destroying my certainty... I’ll never forget the weight of this burden That will leave me here, stuck on this floor... Now I’ll see the end as it is: cold, hard and ruthless. Let me die in this suffering...death is nothing but a passage...

Oh, internal morphosis... Never stops growing in my brain...