Created To Be Useless Songtext / Lyric

I wasn't born to live
within this lonely life
where every day is growing
into the purest grey and every morning
whisper to me I'm the truth
higher in blood of hands
flower of pestilence
upon our days

just emptiness
of the troubled eyes
weary and dying grace
rain of our naked skies

alone in fever dreams
created to be useless
forever searching paths
the isolation of us