Pitch black nights turn to pitch black days The struggle of meandering minds Drawn into a convoluted maze of pain Driven to conclusions of the vilest kind
The face of a still black sea Relieve me of this spell
And then a bolt of pain! Contorted comprehension burns its way, startles me Decapitation for a wake up call in agony Blood is pooling in my eyes to finally make me see Truth is nowhere to be found but inside of me
The choice was a conscious one To wear the cloak of suffering The voices promised guidance But lied and now I'm falling
The face of a still black sea Relieve me of this spell
Drown out the agony Release me from this hell
Pitch black nights turn to pitch black days The struggle of meandering minds Drawn into a convoluted maze of pain Driven to conclusions of the vilest kind
I will face the still black sea The crack of dawn brings forth a new light
Take heed of the silence in the storm For the breaking day shall end the pitch black nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
