When syllables go soundlessnThe sensation kills younTo the brink of burningnFrom the fill of your filthnTo their lacking skillnWhile walking through these wallsnI've come to find no unconditionalnI am now breeding fearnDeep into your soulnYou may live on as nothingnI am now dead and gonenReaching further into the voidnPast the gates of slumber - forever nightnTo a non-believer, from a distancenIt seems much clearernThe total loss of mindnFrom suspended faithnTo where it must dienI am now breeding fearnDeep into your soulnYou may live on as nothingnI am now dead and gonenI am now breeding fearnDeep into your soulnYou may live on as nothingnI am now dead and gonenIt would be senseless to drag this outnAnymore then time could withernClock hands corrodenLive on as nothingnYou'll live on as nothingnWhile walking through these wallsnI've come to find no unconditionalnI am now breeding fearnDeep into your soulnYou may live on as nothingnI am now dead and gonenI am now breeding fearnDeep into your soulnYou may live on as nothingnI am now dead and gonenDead and gonenBreeding this fear deep in your soulnI am now dead and gone