Blightmass - They Will Listen to the Dead

I drown among the bodies
My cries cannot be heard
Trapped among humanity; but soon to taste my fate
I reach for the light
No place in this world
Contempt will ensue
A future cut from the womb

Driven deep, my philosophies
And Seen beyond the death of dreams
One thought has crossed my mind
As master of my life

Where once I wrote, to not be read
They will listen to the dead

Existence was my sacrifice
Death arrives.. I close my eyes
Where once I spoke 'til hope had fled
They will listen to the dead

My soul is forced up and out, to any afterlife I may perceive
I've waited my whole life for this etherial infancy
But there will be pain
Granted through the simplicity of observing
Bound to experience, through the sorrow of a fading dream
I'll relive my tragedies, just to fill the void with something

Wounds cannot heal, when souls are bled
Stain my memories crimson red

Existence was my sacrifice
Now here I lie, undead inside
Where once I prayed 'til faith had fled
They will listen to the dead

Vapid life is left above me
Now I may become all but a fleeting memory to some
Afterthoughts in imaginations of bodies I drowned among

Let them deny their shallow lives
Grant them their darkness until they die

One thought has crossed my mind
As master of my life