The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates
The power of a weak mind cant conceal or captivate

Its lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways
Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days
Youre lost forever unable to see yourself
The thoughts arising, theres
no disguising where youve been...

Reveal to me, your minds identify

Youll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me
Dont hold on to what you call a life...

Anger compels a force of weakness or fear
Ill promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years
A negative release, subliminal urge
Unwish declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way...

Your fallen prey, a loser pays

Youll pay for the feelings that you feed me
Dont hold on to what you call a life...