A thin spider thread ties my lips,
the candle flame lites her hips...
The sky is bitter, everyone is tranced.
The fabric of time moves, forces unbalanced...
Disasters have occured, but this i am assured
life will get better, as i write this letter...
The Fear Within...
No one else knows what he has. done.
no one else cares what he's begun...
Every day passes by
slowly but it still goes on...
I've layed on shards of glass.
I've danced upon blood stained ground...
I live in darkness,
Withdrawn from modern life...
Why am i still doing what you told me to?
why cant i be who i want to so i can live my life...
The candle flame flickering in the exitement of...
The windows aching from the force of the howling...
I close my eyes
and I hear your voice...
Today more imbalance, it dawns inside
My life, my love and all I despise...