Album: Epicurean Mass
Through this unstable mind returning
My beliefs become frail.
A mirage clouds my eyes,
As day turns to night.
Wings of power and fate are taken
Out of envy and hate.
And though the sun will shine
Why can't I see the light
I can't escape this vision
Of what the world may become
Life without true meaning
No where to run.
Sinking deeper into a frozen wasteland of pain
Past the point of sorrow and desire to be slain
Try to salvage what is left of nothing... oh my brain
Blackened setting of death and departure... please pray