Faceless Majority
Sanctuary
Rusted creepiness
that lurks inside
nothing can stop this
satanism inside.
The point of sanctuary
is somber
yet you say you espy a light
but how, in the darkness of my
night?
For this is my sanctuary
in the chaos
of my mind
trying to hide
in the deepness of my wine.
Live in my world's misery
and feel the pain
and the cries
that echo in my
mind.
From Letras Mania