Вершы: Throes Of Dawn. The Great Fleet Of Echoes. Velvet Chokehold.

You may try to follow
You may try to reason me out
You may try to save me
But you can never understand

The way I have burned
The way I have burned
For years
For years

The sound of approaching violence
the pounding hammers of depression
the stifling sense of pressure
Something you can never understand

And love may offer
a brief relief
And light may scatter
the darkest storm
But there's no release
From this velvet chokehold