Right now we're face to face
silently staring each other down...
Trying to sleep away all the pain and confusion is...
Dreaming takes over. I am sent into another realm...
I hate this place
I want out of here...
I am so bad, mad and crazy.
Night time is my only friend...
Drowning in a puddle of blood. All of it was said...
I have never thought, my life could be so cold. so...
Death...it is my calling,
My dream, that I am falling...
They all died in the fire, onto the broken...
Underneath the vultures wing. They cry to wish...
Cold air
dry tears...
I am the unknown void
Or so some people say...
I hope you like that knife in your back
I hope you like the pain...
From the shadows creeps a quiet man,
who never breaks the silence...
The depth and the insecurities of the dead mans...
Was created by the indigestion of one another...