It comes from all we're giving in seemingly endless supply as signals cross defiantly into this volatile mix we charge and the stubborn mind repeats the errors to challenge our grounds either soar above or the detour takes you right back down to where no one wants to see misgivings in this starry nightlights fill in the blanks that one will fall to the haunts and horrors
There is nothing left A mere shadow When adrenaline runs dry There is nothing there Empty prop When adrenaline runs dry
It gets you deep down low as they told you of the blazing heights the stage from which the world is viewed is the mirror to shatter the image the crypt he kept for hiding retreat from another attack pointlessly forgiving a refuge in deceptive black
It works within the system and they won't understand A lesser known deciever will fool you even more
Taunt the wasted it's all about nothing what to squeeze within the span of attention brought to ground, let the chaos pass that one will fail by the screams and terrors