Pseudiabolical Songtext
von Asylum 213

What good is short-term?
Let′s leave a scar
What good is a moment?
Let's make a mark

I won′t eat, I won't sleep,
I won't breathe, I won′t just be;
I won′t live, I won't die,
let a curse destroy my mind

This is real!

I think I can handle it all
Pretend, pretend, pretend, and end
I think I know it all
Defend, defend, defend my bittersweet end


I won′t eat, I won't sleep,
I won′t breathe, I won't just be;
I won′t live, I won't die,
let a curse destroy my mind

This is real mother fucker!

Something waits for us all;
A captivating obsession to plague and drive.
Cutting deep but only scratching the surface;
Vultures killing one another to feed on the same decaying corpse.
A fool's gold, if you will;
I guess my eyes have finally started to
see the rust beneath the shine.

I wish I could say it wasn′t too late,
but I′ve come this far, I can't give up now,
I may gain nothing, but at least neither will you,
and at least I′ll gain that before you ever do!

This is real!
This is my extravagant meltdown!
This is mine and never yours!