Billowy blackness, circles of silence Darkened confinement, sunless prism Mystic and fearful eyes of suspicion Death has consumed your celestial prism
Circled up inside - it freezes your feeble mind A grave in the shadows, rehearsals for endtimes You stare at the ceiling awaiting madness Never to venture into the unknown
You live as a dayghost Chrism at every doorpost Afraid to decide By superstitions abide
Snow has frozen your windows As you wade through the compost Now there's nowhere to hide You suffer inside
You'll never be free now You wish only to bleed now And let it all out Consumed by your doubt
In the air is a posion And you dream of an ocean To wander into Put an end to you!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
