Unidentified Corpse Lyrics

That's me: less than zero, buried forgotten, facing burnt hopes
My resurrection's just a fake, but a fake without an egoistic benefit
Re-exhumed from shit, keep on living in it
Every choice is a taboo
Looking with blank eyes
A phone will never ring
Eyes fixed on the slipknot
Soul tortured by temptations
A figure without name lays unidentified
I pray for dementia – forgotten in life
Inhumed by memories, searching for the obliteration
Stuck in the empty death
I try to elaborate the falling ethics of the undead
The corpse with a beating heart
I'm the writer of my own obituary
Dementia is my source
Dmentia is my resort
Suspended between saints and demons in a sick abnormality
Embrace this new cross
The loss of communication – speaker of false intentions
Preservatives of false evils
Every day of your life seems a step to the sun on a path built on insensitiveness
My pain, my tears, my blood
Drinking my own blood to survive to an enthroned vampirism
Searching for the obliteration
Stuck in the empty death, I try to elaborate the falling ethics of the undead
The corpse with a beating heart, you're the writer of my own obituary
A figure without name lays unidentified
It's me, that unidentified corpse