Let The Dark Do The Rest - Requiem Mass

I don't feel anything, do you?

The itch inside, I cannot find

A spark in the dark that will tear me

Up inside, it's not right

Had a hell of a time, I'm suffering in

God, my life was a mess

And I will never forget it haunting it

Let the dark do the rest

Sick, sick

You make me sick, sick

You make me sick

Health and it's best you conform me

Nothing's left, there is no price

Portraits of black hang inside me

Quite divine, they pulse inside

Had a hell of a time, I'm suffering in

God, my life was a mess

And I will never forget it haunting in

Let the dark do the rest

On and on, this lucid darkness is filling up my soul

And how can I be all alone here, constant ridicule

And I just wanna go

And I just want to see what the future holds

Had a hell of a time I'm suffering in

God, my life was a mess

And I will never forget it haunting in

Let the dark do the rest

(You make me sick) let the dark do the rest

(You make me sick) let the dark do the-

You! Make! Me! Sick!