A life spent searching for the meaning of life while the drift you've found in the death ugly face, sick body, lost soul and brain in hell thanks man for your smile...of despair What can I remember about you, dark torment? On prophets' pages you tried to learn your deep existence and sought to carry on on that page you crushed your thoughts and your bleeding scars Your room was a shit and the shit expected you your mom doesn't shed a fucking tear masturbating yourself with philosophy straits on the tiled floor you slept forever...end of your game What can I remember about you, dark torment? On prophets' pages you tried to learn your deep existence and sought to carry on on that page you crushed your thoughts and your bleeding scars Foolish act led by misery end of your game What can I remember about you, dark torment?