the forcing walla are closing in
and the sky is still descending
the price for a life in sin
is beyond repair and mending
he can see it in the eyes
where life is slowly fading
it`s not worth it to be nice
to a voice that`s so evading
he pulls the trigger of his gun
the voice is so degrading
petrified he tries to run
the words reverberating...
he hears chanting choirs and voices at night
they`re raging like fires but speaking so light
he wants to kill the past
to be alone at last
he takes a step into the brain
little there remaining
dissolving in the frozen rain
the voice is disengaging
he hears chanting choirs and voices at night
they`re raging like fires but speaking so light
he wants to kill the past
to be alone at last