Viewing images of a nice cold hour,
victims in open sky burn forever,
the followers remember nothing of such kind,
everyone is dead you will find,
light up the torches and scream for air,
drown me in blood beneath the stairs,
a shallow legend feels everything from truth,
this forever turning twist to the way i live,
take me into the room filled with sin,
a beautiful masterpeice i have offered to give,
now you can speak with truth and be with the dead,
This delicate feeling hit me at the moonlit hour,
prepare to feel higher than ever,
taking me in and breathing me out,
this beautiful creation fills me with doubt,
a sense of gravity lay deep beneath my brain,
these waves have echoes that sticks to me again,
time controls us in a this universe of nothing,
waiting to die just so we can feel something,
takes my breath away everytime,
before all this started the pale reason hid the crime,
deep beneath where the voices crawl,
send me up the mountains and listen to me fall,
deep beneath the ocean waves,
we can go places through escaping our minds,
taking us back through time,
you see no importance,
you see no emotion,
these feelings are popular and in such craze,
and all i'm doing is staring blankly into a never ending daze.....
