Dead Weight کے بول

This is survival. This is my exile. I find no solace. I find no solace beneath a godless sky. Will i find shelter in the places the sun could never find? Now behold the consequence, the aftermath of ignorance, shackled to my worthless neck. Give me one reason to resist. So i slip below. I can't resist the undertow. I find no solace beneath a godless sky. Will i find shelter in the places the sun could never find? Because everything's turning black and i see no hope of turning back. Cold terror grips my lungs, to let it in would be to accept defeat. But what's left to fight for? When i look inside, nothingness confronts me. Vexed by the hands of time. This is survival. I against i. What's left inside? So i slip below. I can't resist the undertow. I can't resist. No, i can feel the deadweight. I can feel the deadweight of my soul dragging me from this world.