Celtic Frost - Temple of Depression Тексты

Why am I cold, so devoid?
And why do I feel what I am?
Destroyed, all you bestowed
You're my all
I am
It falls apart
They recede
Oh, how I envy them
How I long
Everything I was is dead
Oh, how I long
Mine
In this lie
This is me
In this lie
I drown
I fall
I subside
Why do I feel?
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