Deprivation Chamber Songtext
von Void Dancer

I′m stuck
I'm living second death
I′m begging for an end
To feel a slight resolution

Bound by will of my intent
To vomit, piss and shit
Critics crawl out by the dozens
Unqualified expertise to speak
To speak honestly and attempt to form a unique opinion

You bury
We build
10, 000 Hours has yet to make me
Master of skill
I'm hoping for applause
Instead, it's just a gun against my head


Manufactured opinions
They′re always for sale
Agree, don′t read
You're fine, like printed details

While you bury
We build
10, 000 Hours has yet to make you
Master of skill
I′m hoping for applause
Instead, I know that you misunderstand

You bury
We build
Cast shadows on the throne
Contrary until the price matches the cost of youth
No reference, no frame
No blueprint necessary
Just more of the same
Our monument goes up in flames

Deprive yourself of all impressions
And rid yourself of your depression
Deprive