How do you feel anything at all?

Do you hear steps at the door?

Do you reckon the smell of....?

It's life, the dark that binds you.



Frightened by your own smell.

Bitterness will run you through.



Silent screaming.

Turning, twisting the alphabet.

Frantic eyes

Awaiting the answer.

Splinters of a poem.

Fragments of what you used to be.

Habitual and gullible.

Run-down memoirs is all that's left.



Do you wish to sleep?

Do you aim for the shadow?

Do you feel all infected?

It's life-the the dark that binds you.



Frightened by your own smell

Bitterness will run you through



Silent screaming

Turning, twisting the alphabet

Frantic eyes

Awaiting the answer

Splinters of a poem

Fragments of what you used to be

Habitual and gullible

Run-down memoirs is all that's left





It's the cowardice that pulls you under.

And takes you to the end, where it begins.

Release, the world is waiting your arrival.

Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride.



Do you know about atrocity?

Do you know that everybody's gone?

Do you know that you're on your own?

It's life,the dark that binds you.



Frightened by your own smell

Bitterness will run you through



Silent screaming

Turning, twisting the alphabet

Frantic eyes

Awaiting the answer

Splinters of a poem

Fragments of what you used to be

Habitual and gullible

Run-down memoirs is all that's left