paroles de chanson Quarantine - Widowmaker

I now will transcribe and keep a record of my plight
A full rebellion of my mind that left my body here to die
Let this be a written confession, if you will
I have but just a moment to write everything down

Now fucking listen

In line with my proper diagnosis I am now what they all call insane
I'm sure of it and I was fully conscious when I killed them all
I was The End
Purged the Earth of all humanity and now I hear dead souls

Bury the thoughts
Carry them below
Discord and pain
Asymmetric hemispheres are making loss of all this gain
Damage is now permanent
Cries of the damned echo in my head condemning me
Take The End and make him suffer, but you will not make him bleed
Let me fucking die now

Countless hours of my suffering
No medicine that can heal
Turn the page, there's more to tell

I've made this hell in which my soul will rest
Infinite madness
These white halls are nothing
Death will soon be coming
I long for the day I'll forever be free of this quarantine

All that's left are silhouettes
Staining walls and they are mocking my existence
All I see are fractured faces, memories, and demons
All that's left are silhouettes
Staining walls and they are mocking my existence
All I see are fractured faces, memories, and demons

Based on my own self diagnosis, I agree I'm completely insane
I'm sure of it and I would gladly do it all again
I'd kill them all, kill them all and be their end

Purge the Earth, and go back to my quarantine