The fears of my past are more than real
No script will offer comfort
All I have is the eyes of my nightmares
The beginning of the end is upon me
This is the nature of depravity
Only faceless figures await me
The eyes of a failed sinner, a body where the dead lay
This is the heart of the sick
The nature of depravity
The fears of my past are more than real
It's only lust and obsession
All emotion lies in decay
I welcomed the darkness, I let it in
This is the heard of the sick
The fears of my past are more than real
No script will offer comfort
I welcomed the darkness, I let it in