Anhedonia Society

Hidden in the restless dream I fight with terror

Dried heart dies ina atorment of fast beasts

I sew my faded pupils up with thick threads of subconscious

For I sense that my enemy prepares the cruelest of blades

My hollow look, so tired of suffring

Begs for a ray of sun into the blackness of tear-shaped box

But hysterical prayers raised to the old God

Are just a frightful groan in the valley of shadows

Every motion, every thought deals a dull pain to my senses

Tiredness keeps me in the mental trance

Irritated with trifle I lost desire for singing

Singing, which used to take you to the land of dreams

I balance on the verge of ma imaginated world

World of possessiveness, world of pain, world of loneliness

I wish to scream, but my voice gets stuk in moans

I am nobody, a dust of nothingness drifting in void

I am the sinner the cause of failures

I am the burden the waste of humankind

I am the cripple my own parasite

I will be the messiah

The liberator of souls

Beware of me, the army of common martyrs

Waiting for the ritual nailing to cross

Under the mask of disease you recognize my dear face

You reach your small trusting hand out to the memories

So vivid now, here, embraced by soothing feelings

But this tenderness is the arms of sick mercy

Beware of me, the army of common desperados

For on the bayonets of love you will find only death