Leaden feet
Soul heavy
Constriction wracks my chest
Eyesight fading out at best
Every step
Burdens me
Drowing out my screams
They don't know what i mean
Cold are we
Faceless sea
The crowd is sundered
With a sound of thunder
Chemical feeling
Rising faster
Black metal plating
Hidden by color
Nausea knowlage
Turning over
Sterile and voiceless
Overpowered
The second freezes and the door explodes
One or two to every home
The crowd plays on
A silver show
And all of mine
are on their own
Masqurade
The masks are on
Every sillable
of every song
The Loss of feeling
I have no doubt
And they are carried off
A few rounds pop off
The music stops
For a split second order holds everyone still as stone
Then my life is taken before my naked eyes
And I wake up here, alone, surrounded by the flock
My heart has been torn from my chest
God give me strength