Fractured Memory
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Festered by the dark
All color has been taken from me
Blank silhouettes of a fractured memory
All is fading to gray
Bloodshot eyes, a failing disguise
I've fallen astray and each step is one further away
Absolute depravity has consumed me
My surroundings are a reflection of me
Stained glass cannot color the past
The road behind me is meaninglessly vast
The grip of my ghosts, like a tightening noose
Haunting me on, but this is the life I chose
The walls I've built are painted in my pain
I am the architect of my own disdain
Theses manifestations will leave me to rot alone
Festered by the dark
All color has been taken from me
Blank silhouettes of a fractured memory
An endless plain of shadows reaching further than the eyes can see
Blank silhouettes of a fractured memory
All is fading to gray
Stained glass cannot color the past
The road behind me is meaninglessly vast
The grip of my ghosts, like a tightening noose
Haunting me on, but this is the life I chose
Growing like a cancer, crawling along the bone
The road to hell is set in stone
Fractured memories, fracturing my sanity
Consumed by absolute depravity
I am the architect of my own disdain
My own disdain
All color has been taken from me
Blank silhouettes of a fractured memory
All is fading to gray
Bloodshot eyes, a failing disguise
I've fallen astray and each step is one further away
Absolute depravity has consumed me
My surroundings are a reflection of me
Stained glass cannot color the past
The road behind me is meaninglessly vast
The grip of my ghosts, like a tightening noose
Haunting me on, but this is the life I chose
The walls I've built are painted in my pain
I am the architect of my own disdain
Theses manifestations will leave me to rot alone
Festered by the dark
All color has been taken from me
Blank silhouettes of a fractured memory
An endless plain of shadows reaching further than the eyes can see
Blank silhouettes of a fractured memory
All is fading to gray
Stained glass cannot color the past
The road behind me is meaninglessly vast
The grip of my ghosts, like a tightening noose
Haunting me on, but this is the life I chose
Growing like a cancer, crawling along the bone
The road to hell is set in stone
Fractured memories, fracturing my sanity
Consumed by absolute depravity
I am the architect of my own disdain
My own disdain