A poor person grows colder
a poor person grows darker...
Secret eyes:
Forever searching, forever blind...
Dark dreamers in dark monochrome dreams
dancing lullabies with sharp pointed teeth...
Follow the winding path
Through the looming trees...
Slowly regaining consensus my eyes struggle to...
Odor of death, rotting earth, the floor sticky...
Make you dream come true
I'm going to tell a nightmare to you...
Our enemy draws closer
From distant lands they're lured...
It seems every time,
this tool of paper and pen...
Is it what it seems to be
I see you and you see me...
A sleek gray cloud of darkness hovers above me in...
I listen to him as he speaks of this savior and I...
I live in this world
Where people live freely...
Born in to this world alone
a child with out a life...