He had some kind of poison inside of him, driving him mad, a poisonous hatred that consumed his heart and flesh, and turned him into a monster.
another day goes by without sorrow without healing without joy only the comfort that tomorrow will bring the same again
another day goes by without violence without terror without joy a hundred faces as clear as before suffer the same fate
the lights on the water, dragging me down into the abyss of the monster I am pushing to break all the filters I cast writhing, brooding and thrashing about splitting at edges so frail and thin a dirty little crack runs up my skin beneath the black armor of which I am bound this dirty little suit to match my crown
don't show your face to me (x4)
and you smile when you're lonely like its all you've ever known taking refuge in the rising decay collecting words from the book no longer in your heart just to rip them all to pieces and burn them away
another year goes by without solace without peace without rest only the screaming of the abandoned hiding in my head
another year goes by without kindness without heroes without rest a hundred faces as clear as before and the horror they expressed