Текст песни SURVIVORIA - Faith Torn Apart

Just one thin thread, a flickering belief I try to weave, a whispered fragment I attempt to retrieve from mental wreckage, hoping to deceive the gnawing void that makes my senses heave, a single solace I can still perceive, like sunlit dust motes caught upon my sleeve from some lost lifetime I struggle to conceive existed now, before this endless grieve, before the crushing emptiness would cleave my sanity apart, making me believe in nothing but the static shriek I constantly receive.
I search for echoes, a gentle bygone sound, perhaps a playground laughter spinning round, on hallowed ground my memory found then lost again, profoundly drowned beneath the crushing pressure all around, where alien geometries abound, no solid footing, hopelessly unbound, my fractured psyche brutally impound-ed by forces dark, malignantly renowned for shattering the structures logic crowned, leaving just terror perfectly compounded, a howling madness utterly unwound.
That fragile hope, a tiny ember gleam, feels like a half-forgotten fever dream, ripped at the seam by some invasive theme, a dissonant chord, a psychic laser beam that burns the image, poisons the pure stream of reminiscence, making goodness seem a cruel illusion, a pathetic scheme cooked up by dying cells against the stream of entropy's vast, indifferent, cosmic ream, obliterating whispers with a silent scream, tearing the fabric, bursting the weak seam.
Remember warmth? A touch, a gentle face? Now overlaid with cold geometric lace, no time, no space for simple human grace, erased, replaced by angles that deface the very concept, leaving not a trace of comfort in this godforsaken place, accelerating at a frantic pace towards complete dissociation, losing the whole race against encroaching madness I must face alone, embraced by void's immense, dark space.
This construct FAITH, it splinters, cracks, and breaks, for goodness sakes, what difference does it make? Just useless aches for futures I forsake! The metal shakes, the station groans and quakes beneath the strain of horrors it now wakes! My spirit takes a blow from which it akes perpetually, the void its tribute takes! No shelter makes itself available, mistakes pile high, reality fakes its comforting facade, while darkness rakes its claws across my soul, until it finally breaks! APART! TORN APART!