Ive lost sight
I've lost my mind
I've lost what truely matters
Why must my dreams come to an end?
Sick of these voices trapped inside my head
Ive lost sight
I've lost my mind
I've lost what truely matters
"Who would of known our dreams are the afterlife"
Mark my words
Every thought will be scrutinized
When I die no stone will be left unturned
Mirror image of filth
Definition of a waste of life
There is no greater good
There is no off to a better place
I swear to god this worlds a hell hole
Your beliefs are fake and worthless to me
Fill my head with dreams and let my soul
Free me from this prison that's taken my life away
Why must my dreams come to an end?
Sick of the voices trapped in my head
Ive lost sight
I've lost my mind
I've lost what truely matters
Why must my dreams come to an end?
Sick of these voices in my head
I swear to god this world is a fucking hell hole
Your beliefs are fake and worthless
Why must my dreams come to an end?
Sick of these voices trapped inside my head
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner