The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates

The power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate

It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways

Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days

You're lost forever unable to see yourself

The thoughts arising, there's

no disguising where you've been...

Reveal to me, your mind's identify (BIT:identity?)

You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me

Don't hold on to what you call a life...

Anger compels a force of weakness or fear

I'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years

A negative release, subliminal urge

Unwish declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way...

Your fallen prey, a loser pays

You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me

Don't hold on to what you call a life...

To what you call a life...