Losing grip on broken reality,
capturing the souls of modern mortality...

Masking weakness in human clay.
Breaking the pressure that built the day...

Death will make me beautiful,
in this destruction of the peace...

My heart is broken, its glass slitting my chest...
So cold, broken and all alone...

Push away.
Take your hand from mine...

Scratching deep beyond the surface,
The red consumes your fate...

Tears weep from those solemn eyes,
A lost hope lays dormant in desolate cries...

Breathless screams fill these rooms,
Their lives are buried in those tombs...

Sifting through the tears like sand
Looking for dreams lost in hand...

No beauty can described,
What I see in you...

Dancing with the demons inside my head,
Playing the tunes of bones instead...

Blackened spirits plague a hearts desire,
Burning to truth in raging fire...