Dead Heart Confession

I always see the face of death
 Its shadows cover every inch of this vomitous place
 I always fill the emptiness
 That's left when someone dies in agony
 I feel no pain — my heart is cold
 The everlasting flame is dead
 But I believe that you can save me
 Save me and then forsake me
 Bury your god, bury your blood
 Bury your soul, bury yourself
 I always face the worst of plagues
 My life is like a TV screen
 The prime time is fulfilled with filth
 So is the rest broadcast
 And even when I sleep
 I see these hideous crimes
 They never make me calm
 I feel like mesmerized
 No longer I believe that all my past was bright
 So is the vision of the present
 I have an urgent need to tell the truth, so I confess
 The stress is forcing me to feel the guilty pleasure
 To feel the pleasure caused by death
 There is no need to make a crime, I only have to gaze
 I have to gaze and recognize new ways atrocity is made
 Forsake me