Cold Comfort （DEMO)

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Tasting the suffering, is that bitter or sweet?
Choking on abomination
I’ve felt the touch from those hands of death, and it’s cold
They squeezed out all my breaths and dragged me down below

Play my own tragedy, now I become a role in chaos
Forcing a laugh for the people under stage, those monstrosities
Eager for dopamine, then my heart will be able to beat
Living in flesh, then be subjected by inner compulsion

I see a knife in this comfort, it’s shining out all your lies
An enticing impurity
I swallow it whole

Deep down it’s empty, it’s only me and shadow
And there’s no weeping, or even breathing
Embracing the light, like it’s no way out
But the self-hatred still pull me under

Still pull me under
I’ve felt the touch from those hands of death, and it’s cold
They squeezed out all my breaths and dragged me down below

Tasting the suffering, is that bitter or sweet?
Choking on abomination

Forsake the light
Watching my faith will be failed again