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