Powerlines... steel webs confine, violating the brownish sky.
Hard grey smothers, earth, like cancer. Cracks revealing, ground below
Broken and bleeding
every seed, every stone.
I`ve heard the promise, I feel hunger, I realize. As time creeps over me
and days are torn away.
There are no answers only bitter lies, the only voice I`m believing
is the
beckoning blade.
I know the feeling the loss of control
voice of reason slips away
eyes staring back at me
so dark so cold
reflecting all the remains.
I know the enslaver.
I taste its pison... feel its sting deep inside.
It has no answer, only bitter lies but its voice I`m hearing,
Keeps calling my name.
Who can tell the torture of the soul?
Is it wrong... tell me is it wrong... to close your eyes... to sleep
forever?