Letra de Feet Cling to the Rotting Soil

Call out to the desolation
It will only echo your words
Cursed isolation of life
Corrosive introspection, seclusion
With darkness to swallow the sun, and thirst to swallow the sea
An empty chasm expands procuring a nauseating view
Feet cling to the rotting soil, yearning to cross the gap
The path to truth and freedom, or simplistic mental aesthetics
Whose choice will it be?
Have you seen death in life?
Manipulation over freedom
Aggression replaces compassion, distorted by others' desire
Control and hatred, mental exploitation
Self-righteous rationalization, reaction or rejection?
Whose choice will it be?
Who created this obstacle?
Lines of conception blur
Retaliate with deception
An exit does not exist