Mortal Whispers
Hanny, K.O'Reilly, A.Salt
Lost in a dark haze, trapped in my mind
Searching for answers, yet questions I find
We're born into darkness held in its arms
And die under bright lights under the thumbs
Reaching for genocide, settle for suicide
Feelings you can not hide
God made out of man
Blood stains on your hands
Kill, you know you can
Behind my eyes I truly see
Thing that have gone
And will come to be
Black and white photos
Now turn to gray
Which way to turn
I really can't say
So sleep now my babies
For rest you will find
Your whispers are blowing
Through the hallways of time
Caught in a whirlwind
The faces you see
Reflections of you
Not reflections of me
