| The invisible enemy, I cannot stop it feeding on my energy
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| Shapeless stalker, sensory slaughter
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| Is it behind me? |
| Is our distance getting shorter?
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| The resonating choir, blames me for my desire
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| Protection I require, bridges torched lost in the fire
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| Is it exactly how they say? |
| It’s best to take the easy way
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| Fight through the agonizing pain, or this is absolution? |
| Pray
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| My heart is pounding, I know that I’m dead
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| Wishing that someone speaks conviction that it’s all in my head
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| Every cell in my body belongs to the beast
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| Please release me undefeated are you holding the key?
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| Is hope just a symptom of delusion?
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| Does my story even have a conclusion?
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| I accept nothing from their betrayal
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| Forsaken in desolation
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| Denied by false portrayal, fatal emancipation
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| Exile a friend and devalue their word
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| It must be so exciting to live the absurd
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| Was I naive to feel close to the herd?
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| Kept closer as the target?
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| Hunted like a witch, to be burned
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| The unchangeable effigy
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| The palpitating past, perusing picks apart positive paths
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| Weight of the world versus the weight of the sand
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| Do I bury my head or do I die by my hand?
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| Life, a fatal disease, with no diagnosis, the perfect killer
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| A slave won’t fight surrender, when his master is the mirror
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| Weight of the world versus the weight of the sand
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| Do I bury my head or do I die by my hand?
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| Life, a fatal disease, with no diagnosis, the perfect killer
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| A slave won’t fight surrender, when his master is the mirror
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| My heart is pounding, I know that I’m dead
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| Wishing that someone speaks conviction that it’s all in my head
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| Every cell in my body belongs to the beast
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| Please release me undefeated are you holding the key? |