Cynic Apnea by Black Propaganda Lyrics

Eat... stuff yourself with food while I'm dying inside
To extinguish our race for improving an unrepairable damage
A single unforeseeable action can give the way to precise conscious movements
I could bet on it
A tribute to madness
A powerful beacon enlightens my isolation

Squashed inside an anvil entangled with doubts
I chew my truth and only appreciate my gesture
I relied in a better come out
A room crowded with bodies of unknown faces, searching and praising inadequacy

There’s still someone who believes in reproduction
A dull epoch that has no future
Deaf and proud I answer to your questions
I had expected it better

Nailed down to the ground back to the wall I can smell skins stinking of your sweat
A phobia followed by paranoia

Feeding their insomnia they make the best out of vitality loss
It exhausts all hopes
Amaze me with your inconsistent hero
A creepy one spoilt and whiny wants to teach me how to live
There's still someone who believes in reproduction
A dull epoch that has no future
Deaf and proud I answer to your questions
I had expected it better

Nailed down to the ground back to the wall I can smell skins stinking of your sweat
A phobia followed by paranoia
Always hunted