The fears of my past are more than real.
No script will offer comfort.
All I have is the eyes of my nightmares.
The beginning of the end is upon me.
This is the nature of depravity.
Only faceless figures await me.
The eyes of a failed sinner,
A body where the dead lay.
This is the heart of the sick.
The nature of depravity.
The fears of my past are more than real.
Its only l*** and obsession.
All emotion lies in decay.
I welcomed the darkness, I let it in.
This is the heard of the sick.
The fears of my past are more than real.
No script will offer comfort.
I welcomed the darkness, I let it in.
No script will offer comfort.
All I have is the eyes of my nightmares.
The beginning of the end is upon me.
This is the nature of depravity.
Only faceless figures await me.
The eyes of a failed sinner,
A body where the dead lay.
This is the heart of the sick.
The nature of depravity.
The fears of my past are more than real.
Its only l*** and obsession.
All emotion lies in decay.
I welcomed the darkness, I let it in.
This is the heard of the sick.
The fears of my past are more than real.
No script will offer comfort.
I welcomed the darkness, I let it in.