The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates
The power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate
It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways
Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days
You're lost forever,
unable to see yourself
The thoughts arising, there's no disguising
Where you've been...
Reveal to me, your mind's
identity
You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me
Don't hold on to what you call a life
Anger compels
a force of weakness or fear
I'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years
A negative release, subliminal urge
Unwise
declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way
Your fallen prey, a loser pays
You'll pay, pay for the feelings that
you feed me
Don't hold on to what you call a life
