Countless in number,
but none fit me to my comfort...

Sunken eyes,
and fireflies...

Your anger flies out,
rolling off your tounge...

Screams, pain,
death's bell tolls...

The Barbed Wire Fatality...

Repetitive and simplistic,
We grow used to a daily routine...

They say alot, but you can\'t hear it sometimes...
where you\'ve been, where you walk...

Come now into this catastrophic cove,
where secrets snickered rise rapidly in exalted...

Booms, crackles, and...
sounding through the night...

Intro Visual- A man in a coal black suit, walks up...
"Well, tree, it's just you and me I guess...

Flames burn, in these sunken skull eyes,
and fireflies dance in their hollowed caves...

M enacing, frightfully pleasent, submitting to
A ll hell, sucking away your hopes, a living...