I sought the sanctity of my own mind
To my dolor my head had fumbled
Fear plays a fiddle while my sanity unwinds
A dark tunnel formed, through which I stumbled
To my dolor my head had fumbled
Fear plays a fiddle while my sanity unwinds
A dark tunnel formed, through which I stumbled
A hunter feels not his prey’s muscles tense
A predator cares not for a wall or a fence
A killer murders with no pretense
A murderer, well, that’s up to them
A predator cares not for a wall or a fence
A killer murders with no pretense
A murderer, well, that’s up to them
Love, one thing I thought he could not take
If I only had such grace from which to fall
I had not even solace that what I had seen was fake
And so, I shudder, I bawl
If I only had such grace from which to fall
I had not even solace that what I had seen was fake
And so, I shudder, I bawl
Taking everything from yourself
Or maybe I should say ourself
Is not a feeling to be filed away on a shelf
It is bliss
Or maybe I should say ourself
Is not a feeling to be filed away on a shelf
It is bliss
I will not go softly
My will cannot be undone
But lo, it can and shall I prevail
Your family will not be the only to fall
My will cannot be undone
But lo, it can and shall I prevail
Your family will not be the only to fall