Life has weighed & preyed on your mind
Lingering shadows feast at decay
Mezmerizing delusions
I have seen tomorrow
I know whats to come
Every creak, Every haunting step,
Fear will cling to us
Starving and eventually becoming
Universal.
As you turn the pages
The Clockwork winds down.
True life is never lived
The pictures will be painted
In the end
The pictures will be painted.
In the end
Life has weighed & preyed on your mind
Guilt will no longer hold us hostage
Once the mind is filled
We will know true agony
True agony
The picture will be painted
In the end
To the end
