Lyrics The Watcher - Crisis

The Watcher

I am part of the gate
Cold hard rusted keeping the prisoner inside
I am just an outline…
Disease starting down so deep
Eating its way out
This is where it begins (secret captive sin)
In a single rod of the iron gate
Rusted and no longer serving its purpose
I curve my posture, veil the reflections of comprehension in eyes and breathe…
And watch them participate in the movement of the play
While I am welded into the gate to watch them marching onward…
I am just an outline…
Travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward
Travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward
Searing in this I die, in the openness of wound…
I am part of the gate.
I am cold, I am rusted
I am the prisoner inside