Not Made For Existence

Constant silence
No conclusion can be reached
Widowed ambitions
Revered by the hopeless
Mortified
Blood disease unseen
Extrication or will I see the Black Lodge?
 
Horrified
By things unseen
Tortured
By what I can't be
 
Resignation
Grasping with phantom limbs
Being is a curse that every man must bleed
Closed skies
Life disease
Extrication or will I see the Black Lodge?
 
Horrified
By things unseen
Tortured
By what I can't be
 
Not made for existence
Tuning: 
AEADF#B
EEADF#B