SomberedBay

What's to say?
(Much to say)
Misery - high stakes!
Mind, lost in a pattern
Slowly release
Ashes drift away
What makes him feel this way?

Tension to take
Words falling inwards
They haven't been rehearsed
Lead the way -
Unworthy matter
What is matter?

(50,000 feet --
Gun ready --)

Desolate and be afraid
Angels of death
Love the game
Fathomed and afraid
Angels of death
Call his name

Paralyzed
And he hides
Within feign lucidy
Disguised
And he heaves enmity
Within feign lucidy
(For his own species)

[He needs she to protect his sanity]

Once darkness turns true
And alone becomes nothing of known
He'll fight the enemy
Within!
Fathomed and afraid
Angels of death
Call his name
Desolate and be afraid
Angels of death
Love the game
Fathomed and afraid
Angels of death
Call his name!

[Forget to forgive you
Savior - not you
Sorry - forgive you
The end]