one of us looking from the outside
set events in motion, set a moment in your mind
analyse thoughts, sticky fingers in your brain
scared to show emotion, never go against the grain
looking inward in terror... into my memories
never letting go, holding everything
holding on a notion, ceremonial bleeding
hour after hour, dirty corners of your mind
shook into commotion, never knowing what you'll find
and looking up from darkness, what is it that i see?
standing all alone watching darkness coming down
lost without devotion, no one here believes for long
i'm about to scream blackened talons reach for me
stopped by some commotion, when i look again i'm free
looking inward in terror...into my memories
a journey into silence to kill off my disease
