Whispers, Travelling with the wind Like fragments of unbecoming, the gathering of our sins. Crying, tears from the blind man. Now you see so much better
right The dark and the light, the strong and the weak Your conscious eatin at you trying to get your sanity You gotta hold your ground Can let it slip a day
there ain't no light Thinkin' 'bout this is the wrong and the right The dark and the light, the strong and the weak Your conscious askin' you trying to get you sanity
ain't no light Thinkin bout decisions, the wrong and the right The dark and the light, the strong and the weak Your conscious eatin at you trying to get your sanity
The dark silouette of the creature poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and
I'm so tired day after day, I pretend I'm awake I've been losing sleep Balancing in between, dream and this cold world Helplessly trying to keep Little
the people prayed for their souls to keep. The light of day is flowing into her virgin eyes. Oh, the sun is stolen. A dark formation in the skies. Unites
of hate The princess falls to earth in dark sedation Her blindness stunts the growth of nascent power That grows within her like some poisonous flower The blade of darkness
endless night I am not afraid as the darkness starts to make its way I breathe as hard as you as I end my day I sigh and shelter as I try to sink that
side. The night so cold, you suffer from thirst and hunger. Recall the stories told, that haunted you when you were younger. Wolves are howling in the dark
to be an invisible sun That gives us hope when the whole day's done It's dark all day and it glows all night Factory smoke and acetylene light I face the day
in dark sedation Her blindness stunts the growth of nascent power That grows within her like some poisonous flower The blade of darkness strikes her
day, day erase night Light of day, day of Darkness They are inside my head Climbing the walls Falling of the sealing Jumping on the floor Voices and calls On the edge
toll on the author's sanity, as evidenced by the tone of his inscriptions, which seem to suggest that in discovering this Pandora's Box of dark elucidation
ain?t no light Thinkin bout this is the wrong and the right The dark and the light, the strong and the weak Your conscious askin you trying to get you sanity
