Unspoken words that i can see from your eyes
Don’t bite the hand that feeds the lies
Filtered hate creeping down my spine
Actions that i will remember till the end of time
The flames of fortune, are they even real?
Cannot become what it think, or what i feel
All that opens, is darkness and sorrow
Blind to care where i am tomorrow
It is always burned in my mind
Sanity to hard to find
No longer can i find friend from foe
Forever i wonder in this frayed grove
In this frayed grove
Cold reality has reared it’s head
The confession of this bear is what I’ve lead
Stillness of filth grows in us
Empty calls of them must i trust
The flames of fortune, are they even real?
Cannot become what it think, or what i feel
All that opens, is darkness and sorrow
Blind to care where i am tomorrow
It is always burned in my mind
Sanity to hard to find
No longer can i find friend from foe
Forever i wonder in this frayed grove
In this fucking grove
Empty black is all i see, blackened eyes watching me
Empty black is all i see, blackened eyes watching me
It is always burned in my mind
Sanity to hard to find
No longer can i find friend from foe
Forever i wonder in this frayed grove
In this frayed grove