The Cycle
Joseph Scown, Sebastian Barclay, Silvestro Fontanarosa
As the time progresses in this empty world
I feel the ground below me slowly rotting away
The angels, the devils and all in between
Leading me astray, circling the grave
I have to fight but
I don't know what it takes
For me to find the power within
To stop this never-ending
Pattern, to see the light again
I hope to see it soon
Otherwise I'm not sure what I'll do
If this constant loop continues
I will detest while
Deprivation surrounds, mutilating my soul
A monochrome world, unchanging and cold
The non-stop pressure to toil and bleed
Sucked into the cycle, until eternal sleep
I'm trying, but dying, to merely feel something
To keep me going but I don't know if I can
