I come from a land   of systematic erasure of optimism and positiveness   You don't want to encourage me      Slowly corroding your fortified norm   Leaving you bitter, grim and sober      With rigid cramp or silent fear   I strangle what you do hold dear   With rigid cramp or silent fear   evoking addiction, limp, severe      It's sin again   Like charcoal on flaming nuns   Consistence unknown like early black metal      We're born without armor -    don't you think I'm watching my back ?!      With rigid cramp or silent fear   I strangle what you hold dear   With rigid cramp or silent fear   evoke addiction; limp; severe