Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal. I walk right through the nameless ones. I know that hope's unknown. Sometimes the water feels so real. As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.
This day never seems to end. This pain, never. This day never seems to end. This rage I can not let go.
I hear them calling. I feel them gnawing out holes all through out our flawless souls.
So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones. I fear that I alone fear those who finally ceased to feel, That they're alone inside this place. I am the misplaced.
I hear them calling. I feel them gnawing out holes all through out our flawless souls
Now every face, it looks familiar... Then every face would melt away until... Now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?