Images are painted in my head while nightmares disguise themselves as daydreams

They're coming to get you

They're coming to get you too



This message will self destruct; intensify the situation simply by smiling back at the still lifes

Still I wonder if they're stealing my breath

Shadows dance in the corners of my mind

The sound echoes through the halls of compromise

We feed these parasites when we seek to gratify the moment



Healer, heal us

For we've turned our backs