Loch Vostok

Dropped off in the middle of nowhere Can't remember when I last cried Loss of liberty enhances sensitivity I feel manipulated now So cold I cannot feel the hunger My strife was taken away It's strange, this weird sensation Like I've been raped of my

In the hour of death We talk about life Isn't it strange we tend to wait til the end We unravel the past And withhold our pain While we really should be talking fear Fear of death A thing so natural yet we act like it's taboo Fear of death You got to

Bottom line has called me home Hunt for truth corrupt the inside Egoism my old friend Time for us to break it up Never, ever, no more letters I've said no to everything Fuck the truth, I don't care Guess I need to clear the air Backstabbers & asskiss