Inside my mind,
It’s perfectly clear
Focus outside
And trap all the fear...
I mutilate your haggard soul
As the black abyss feeds...
Like acid it corrodes,
A road to the underworld.
Twirled paths leading down
Towards the sounds of screaming hounds
Round and round the echoes cry...
The echoes cry...
It’s time to die...
Time to die...
I wonder why...
I’m fighting
The sickness of a shadow
It suffocates me
With a blanket of fear
It was clear...
I used to know
Something about focus
And being trapped in fear
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