The self-inflicted state of mind
A one-man struggle beneath the tower
I think the clock still exist
god just forgot to tap my shoulder
I woke up today
I wish I felt something
The odour of my apathy
just might be true
I wan't to be the things I see
The pilgrim that is me
But I know I ain't that free
The suburban me
Spirits rise and miss the eye
Covered by the stench of judgment
As gods reflection test my pride
I serve the failure that's haunting me
Twisted visions toturing
Who claims to be the one?
That filtered smile
just might be true
"On half-speed, tonight I suffer
Satisfaction brings the unheeded"
Can you hear the message,
as I wrestle with the clouds?
I'm on the way to succumb,
It just might be true
1 | Cloud Connected |
2 | Where the Dead Ships Dwell |
3 | THE QUIET PLACE |
4 | The Chosen Pessimist |
5 | Alias |
6 | Bullet Ride |
7 | Through Oblivion |
8 | Ordinary Story |
9 | Sounds Of A Playground Fading |
10 | Come Clarity |