You view my calm as lack of confidence. I found solace in your type at bottom of bottle. Volatile soul shall least conform to your corporate world. Watch
Carrying carcass, I cross threshold. The masses moan knowing that could quite possibly be their person Thirsting for final ounce of life To lie fetal
essence of entire subculture Physical still tortured Mental nurtured in nocturne I watch them watch me out of corner of eye Pupils dilate I speak ancient daleks
Within my turmoil lies no answers nonsense in sentence spoke backwrds tired of cowards. Worldview soured by hypocritical cynics listen to my lyrics before
I tremble at the thought of what I've become That sorry proud image in puddles leaves me crying rivers These tender words are muted by the stench of
They walk a path that's not mine, never was or ever will be. Fulfilling prophecies hobble knees of MC's Set to breath the rich air of mediocrity And
We've come a long way since we last shook hands Still got a long way to go We couldn't see the flowers since we last shook hands Couldn't see the
Oh this death Moment by moment Darker and darker Down and down I feel your cold breath I feel your cold breath We've been going back and forth
