Dark figures.
Moving stem steel.
Deep within the shadows.
Behind your looking eyes.
Your legs look flat.
sanity is a madman
until I find a way out we are on our own
The
electric mask
The whole muckrath
The longest run through the shortest room Burning eyes
The air is thick The warm breath of the coldest day in May
The essence of my pain
My
need to create
The voice of death I'm way behind Dead voices roaming down the hill
You don't understand
The essence of my pain
You don't understand
My need to create
I'm burning
You don't understand
The essence of my pain
You don't understand
My need to create
