Rapture - deadspace

I was born with a black heart and tongues of fire to burn you alive

Because the purest light could only be born in exquisite darkness

Of death, I’ve wished upon many

I’ve uttered the names

And only total annihilation could

Erase all the suffering of the world

Yet I feel nothing

Within haunted chambers

I lay dormant

With fingers, pale and cold

One breath closer to absolution

And death will bring her home

To disintegrate

And death will bring her home

Forever

The only closure, as lungs collapse

The closing walls of my rapture

This hell I call my home