Z Prochek

Saving grace while full of pain and hate
To be me
And looking for a way to find myself
To feel free
But i rot in my cell of guilt
Walk the path of fading souls
Dusk is closing in on me
Erasing my identity

I see the markings on your skin
I hear the voices deep within
I can not see the face I fear
I know the end is near
This time the darkness will be seen
This time my concience will be clean
I can not see your face
I know the end is near

Feelings stain your face in dark blue shade
Caving in
And in my mind i think of you as dead
We will fall
Leaving broken hope in all you touch
As a gift
And we're lost - as it seems
In this dream - let me be

I see the markings on your skin
I hear the voices deep within
I can not see the face I fear
I know the end is near
This time the darkness will be seen
This time my concience will be clean
I can not see your face
I know the end is near