Pallbearer
With Disease
Blighted realm lies through many doors
Buried deep in shadow
Rage and despair hangs in the air
Once burgeoning, now gone fallow
There are those, time and again
Who get lost somewhere within
Invaded by thoughts and led astray
Drawn into delusion
We tread upon departed dreams, lying deep under stones
Upon lives that were guided to extremes
By confusion that is ever found, by forlorn filled with need
In the end, did they feel justified in the words they believed?
Living disaster
With broken hands clawing
Betrayed by a madness
Upon a soul gnawing
Taking everything
Lives filled with empty pursuits
A fate that keeps us on our knees
My mind is empty, too
Fill it up with disease
With disease
From Letras Mania