The fears of my past are more than real
No script will offer comfort
All I have is the eyes of my nightmares
The begining of the end is upon me
This is the nature of depravity
Only faceless figures wait for me
The eyes of a failed sinner
A body where the dead lay
This is the heart of the sick
The nature of depravity
The fears of my past are more than real
I welcomed the darkness
I let it in