Powerlines... steel webs confine, violating the brownish sky.
Hard grey smothers, earth, like cancer. Cracks revealing, ground below
Broken and bleeding
every seed, every stone.
I've heard the promise, I feel hunger, I realize. As time creeps over me
and days are torn away.
There are no answers only bitter lies, the only voice I'm believing
is the
beckoning blade.
I know the feeling the loss of control
voice of reason slips away
eyes staring back at me
so dark so cold
reflecting all the remains.
I know the enslaver.
I taste its pison... feel its sting deep inside.
It has no answer, only bitter lies but its voice I'm hearing,
Keeps calling my name.
Who can tell the torture of the soul?
Is it wrong... tell me is it wrong... to close your eyes... to sleep
forever?
I know the feeling the loss of control
voice of reason slips away
eyes staring back at me
so dark so cold
reflecting all the remains.
