The Broderıck - Black Lung

I fear this anomie runs through my veins.
I'll conceal intent and bite my lip off.
Encircled by the baseness. Consumed by contrition.
I am fractured; I see nothing of you in me.

Falling apart into utter darkness, a purposeless animal.
I am fractured; I see the ruin in me.
Disconnected savages. Free to rot, free of sin.