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?

   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