WHITE DEATH

Perfect vision don't exist

Imaginary friends beg on their knees

Evil whispers on our tongue

Design that cannot be undone

We're lost in a maze of illusions

Shadows dance and truths are veiled

Our minds are filled with black and gray

As we navigate through the tales we've hailed

This is the lines between reality and fiction blur

In this twisted game we all must play

Where every step is a leap of faith

You see a saint, but the mirror lies, a twisted fate

The voice is loud, but silence screams (and we can feel)

A shroud that drowns

No one is perfect, a god above

The flaws are clear, a truth to love

A power play, But heart is weak

The price we have to pay could lead us astray

Our time is nearly over

We have to make peace with the devil

Separation of the afterlife

Bow down to the heavens above

You see a saint, but the mirror lies, a twisted fate

The voice is loud, but silence screams

And we can feel (A shroud that drowns)

Chasing shadows in the dead of night

We pray for answers, but none feel right

Welcome to your white death!