Flashback to the past of unknown. None of my own. Trapped inside for life. He's there with white hair. Empty places filled with loneliness. He's tired of it's taste. Distorted frame of mind consumes.
Do right or lose fight. Those crippled eyes like butterflies. Creep me out like lullabies. Crawling asleep, lost in belief. Disguised and hypnotized. In fear of the sound of . An urge to be freed deep
