No sign of life, no tears to cry.
Silence remains, everything's the same.
Uncertainty, anxiety
These affections of incredulity.
Prepare for the worst!
Has the downward spiral called life
Come to an end at some given moment?
The blade tears through the innocence
Leaving the shell all sore and cold.
Vision's force-fed,
A sudden fear of death.
Worries turned to dreads,
Where these clues will lead?
As time goes by just all in vain
Hoping to regain the missing one's remains.
Prepare for the worst!
Cry! Wait for the worst!
Downward spiral called life
Came to an end at some given moment.
The blade tore through the innocence
Leaving the shell all sore and cold.
No sign of conflict.
What could have triggered it?
No sign of conflict.
Such an outrageous way to play.
Downward spiral called life
Came to an end at some given moment.
The blade tore through the innocence
Leaving the shell all sore and cold.