a soft, ambient, and dark industrial style
screaming for attention and importance, before all is lost on the receiving end. i hold an important secret.
I crossed the desert.
I could not find
One remnant of her in light or darkness.
I am still pleading for
Shannon Devine.
I gave up looking long ago
And washed away the dream with every passing day.
I looked into the skies for hope,
But i have nothing to show for it.
I have nothing to show for it.
Comon, i need a connection.
Comon, let me inside.
Pull back the fading darkness;
A world screaming vacant lies.
You like it here.
You are deceived.
They pulled apart the seam and pulled your heart out.
You think you know
What you believe.
You're just regurgitating.
You're just regurgitating.
You're just regurgitating
And repeating,
And repeating...