Nov 2011
Twisting* and Turning
Until nothing
Nothing
Is left
Till nothing
Is left alive
In a corrupted world
In a place filled with pain
Sliding and Churning
In a circle
Filling the mind
With disease
And ill conceptions
Until sanity is only myth
And lore told of Old
Until nothing
Nothing
Is left
Till nothing
Is left alive
In a corrupted world
In a place filled with pain
Sliding and Churning
In a circle
Filling the mind
With disease
And ill conceptions
Until sanity is only myth
And lore told of Old
