Powerlines... steel webs confine, violating the brownish sky.
Hard grey smothers, earth, like cancer.
ground below broken and bleeding every seed every stone.
I've heard the promise, I feel hunger, I realize.
As time creeps over me
and days are torn away.
There are no answers only bitter lies, the only voice I'm believing is the beckoning blade.
I know the
feeling the loss of control
Voice of reason slips away
Eyes staring back at me
So dark, so cold
Reflecting all that
I know the enslaver.
I taste its poison... felt its sting deep inside.
It has mo answer, only the bitter lies but its
voice I'm hearing, keep calling my name.
Who can tell the torture of the soul?
Is it wrong... tell me is it wrong... to close
your eyes... to sleep forever?