Exhaurire

Pictures of filth Floors, floors of dirt The death of a thousand The last call, bottomless Degradation Is our expectation Worn hands, worn knees The end is near, sleep forever The end of the human race The land of nothingness No hope Drain me in the devout land Soil Soil Soil Cold as your soul Cold as the ground Fed up, fed up, fed up, fed up Take me towards, towards the abyss Cold as your soul Cold as the ground Fed up, fed up, fed up, fed up Take me towards, towards the abyss Cold as your soul Cold as the ground Fed up, fed up, fеd up, fed up Take me towards, towards thе abyss Cold as your soul Cold as the ground Fed up, fed up, fed up, fed up Take me towards, towards the abyss

Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 17, 2026