The Only Blood That Pours Is Yours Xasthur

I know your weakness is to die without an identity, show your worth in the form of a victim, mirrors are the memories following a forgotten lack of being
Pray for death, the reflection so heinous, faith has failed
Nothingness beyond a state of mind, consuming who you are, desecrate your grave with who you never were
Life was all in vain, I'll give it the strength to flush it down the drain