As seen before, as seen before in a dream
I awaken
Handed black flowers
Lined with dead moss
They release the pungent stench
The finest minds never think alike
Always a conflict of interest
Behold
Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to be
Instrumental
We have gambled with the cards
The cards that have been
Methods of self preservation, survival doesn't adhere to the weak
Revenge
Tomorrow is here
Damned by the speed of time
Imagine when becomes
Today is the day to throw away what's left inside
Gather
The lack of desire pushed down
Pushed down on your face
Dark