All, all roads lead to isolation
Depravity invades my thoughts
Self, self control diminishes to nothing
Is this what it's come to?
It comes, it goes
Nothing waits with no signs to warn you
It comes, it goes
I only taste the bitterness in my own bones
This time contained
Withholding intentions only to blame
We cannot name
This life living only in shame
No more lies, No more time
Vacant
No one to show
Vacant
Rotting away in my own home
The end has begun
Paranoia
Quarantine