Из альбома: The Darkest of Grays
It seems endless,
It feels eternal
Vast and cold
Standing alone
Now that white is black
and days are gray
The daylight hours, they pass
like the people I have lost
Leave it be
When there is nowhere left to go,
there is nothing left to be done
Now that I've lost everything
fear is the only enemy that I still know
The fear of fear itself
Harvesting the seeds I've sown