Two ton doors stand still with a wavier.
With floors still moving it gives life a new...
The sweat of my hands is cold.
My eyes are dry, and hurt...
The sun rises and sets...
The rain falls; you get wet...
Darkness a simple
illusion that covers...
I look at someone like yourself,
And i see a serious case of hopelessness...
Of one thing I am sure,
The days of your tyranny are almost done...
Through the pendilum as it swings
deeper does my agony ring...
The devil tempts me
demons scratch at my heart...
We exist among you,
numbering few...
Your the perfect disease
Your killing me...
Forgotton is all
Hear the ecstacy in no one's call...
Through myself
A place I go...