powerlines steel webs confine violating the brownish sky hard grey smothers earth like cancer cracks revealing ground below broken and bleeding every seed every stone i know the feeling the loss of control voice of reason slips away eyes staring back at me so dark so cold reflecting all that remains who can tell the torture of the soul is it wrong tell me is it wrong to close your eyes to sleep forever i know the feeling the loss of control voice of reason slips away eyes staring back at me so dark so cold reflecting all that remains
['old school thrash']