A lifetime of solitude, his emotion eschewed, doesn’t give a fuck about anyone else
Cold blooded and meek, empathetically bleak, a tragedy of a man
Detached from what makes him human, living automaton
Unknown that he’s not there, withdrawn, unknown
That he’s lost touch with the world, self control, prisoner of his mind
There’s no intimacy, promiscuity, feeds fantasy, apathy
Schizoid
Self-control, repression has taken its toll
Prisoner, transcendence will never occur
Promiscuous, he uses people with indifference
Fantasy, he lives in this life absently
Schizoid, his existence is one big void
Mental, his disorder proves detrimental
Mentally ill
Are these guys Fallout fans? I think these guys are Fallout fans. Even if they weren't, this is still an excellent dose of thrash as its finest and it deserves all of your hard-earned money. Not RomanPort