Do you feel anything at all?
Do you hear steps at the door?
Do you reckon the smell of....?
Its life-the the dark that binds you

Frigthened  by your own smell
Bitternes will run you through

Silent screaming
Turning, twisting the alphabet
Frantic eyes
Awaiting the answer
Splinters of a poem
Fragments of what you used to be
Habitual and gullible
Run-down memoirs is all thats left

Do you wish to sleep?
Do you aim for the shadow?
Do you feel infected?
Its life-the the dark that binds you

Its the cowardice that puls you under
And takes you to the end, where it begins
Release, the world is waiting on your arrival
Close your eyes, as we witness another bullet ride

Do you know about atrocity?
Do you that everbodys gone?
Do you know that youre on your own?
Its life-the the dark that binds you