12:37 a.m. - 2008-05-25
Belia'al (worthlessness)
No future, salvation sold, we're out bought. Brake your fingers, brake your son, brake your heaven for another sun. Yesterday is gone, today fell apart, tomorrow will never come. There is nothing left except the stains on our souls. Delusions keep us occupied from the truth: that we are dying frighteningly rapid, all lone.

Salvation sold, we're out bought, yesterday's gone.
All alone, in a world made of shells. And they crumble, and they are virtually nothing, but they are the only thing keeping us safe, safe from the decay in our hearts. Without this hurt, we would be nothing, nothing at all.

Silence now...
The human is dissolved.