Texty: Katatonia. The Black Sessions. I Break.

Sounds of imbalance
Sleeps through the never
The artificial lightsource
Is creeping with flies

And this time I break
I will never make
Another day
Defiant to what's delivered

I will find a way
To sever myself
Exit all today
You can't see this
Did you ever say
I break sever
I will find a way
Visit me when I'm there

The weakness of hope
Is the strength of decline
Remember what's past ways
And what I've become
The joy of not being
Something I need
I'm only weather
But only to me