Texty: End Of The Rope. Shades Of Loss. Cut Off Your Wings.

Internam contradiction break the skin forsaken noises surrounding temperment fell the void liqueffying ceased existence prying intellect habitual neglect triggered senses fales perceptions censored spherical impressions tactices threatening all of this cut of your wings so i stare at the world through hallow eyes with the light off i think of night the days forever looked back on now recite the casue of this fall converniently once again youve reached the crossroads surely you'll pick the path that always seems to be most traveled so grab a make shift personality , get lost in the shuffle reflections mean nothing but what you want to see the one day you'll open up
like an autopsy