I WILL NOT BE THE VICTIM OF THE CHOICES
THAT YOU'VE MADE WITHOUT TOMORROW
WE PERISH IN A SELF-MADE GRAVE
FACE OF THE HOPELESS
A DISGUISE FOR THE COMMON MAN
WITHOUT A MOTIVE A MESSAGE OR A PLAN
LOOKING FORWARD AND NEVER BEHIND
SOME DEMONS ARE BETTER LEFT
FOR THE RIGHT ONES TO FIND
BUILD OR BEND I'LL MAKE MY WAY THROUGH THIS
FINDING IGNORANCE IN WHAT YOU CALL BLISS
RUN FROM THE LIGHT HIDE YOUR FACE IN THE DARK
AS I CLOSE MY EYES AND GO BACK TO THE START
THE SOUND OF STATIC FLICKERING
THE ONLY THING THAT HELPS ME SLEEP
FALSE ALARMS SEEM TO BE THE ONLY THING THAT CAN AWAKEN ME
RUNNING FURTHER AWAY I SEEM TO FIND MYSELF
BACK IN THE SAME PLACE ONE MORE STEP
IT'LL BE YOUR LAST ATTEMPT YOUR FALL FROM GRACE
NO HOPE NO FAITH NOT EVEN A SOUL TO STEAL
I CLOSE MY EYES NOT EVEN A LIFE I FEEL
I WILL NOT BE THE VICTIM OF THE CHOICES
THAT YOU'VE MADE WITHOUT TOMORROW
WE PERISH IN A SELF-MADE GRAVE
DELUSIONS FROM INSOMNIA BRING ME
A SENSE OF PANIC
IT BRINGS ME BACK FROM THE SOUND OF STATIC