Darkness imprisoning the senses, narrowing this view of pleasure.Denial attached itself to the pain, surpassing the shadows of never.

Eyes that call, into the night, glazed and frozen in question. In the mirror, lies a scripture, of forfeited self reason. Swept away into its cold currents, she drowns inside her depression. Addiction becomes all that is sane, as life becomes pure regression.

Waste of life. (wol) you feel the light subside (wol) behind its mask you hide(wol).

The underlying, the lifeless, an underground river of pain. You looked inside and you ran to hide with this pleasure laced with pain. An image, faded by lies. An angel, with empty eyes. Step inside your swollen head, fight the game that cares less if your dead.

Waste of life. (wol) the straw and the mirror faded by dust (wol) don't fall further from this mistrust of yourself...

The dragon rises form within. The mirror bleeds from addiction. Your body pleads for its call, but will you ever hear it fall?Strong, so strong inside. Weak, so weak your fight...Fight!

(wol)loss of gravitation as you float around(wol)with nothing real on solid ground(wol)don't waste your life...

Draggin you down. Killin all hope, Breakin your hold, blankets your soul.