Kill Your Enemy 2

Dark beyond process, process stand still –
Alone the dirt of the past leaves the skin.
Every pore is breathless.
Standin’ beside, watchin’ me.
Apocalyptic visions risin’ beyond.
Power-floadin’, through the bolts,
Which are sticked in my head.
Between ‘em: Flashes made outta fear
And torturin’ disbelief.
Goin’ down, non-risin’ will,
Fightin’ against myself, selfhate,
Brings what I’m beggin’ for.
The sun of the past burns my eyes.
A tear drops.
But livin’ in the past makes me growin’ old !