Ex-Tc - Death Angel

Black covers the mass

The mist it’s so dense

It’s soothing to breathe

I reach out my hand

Into the sights

Yet I grasp nothing

All seems different to me

What I’ve seen before

Yearn for the feel

The warmth that’s inside

A childish grin

I joyfully scream

To deafened ears

It’s time to begin

All seems different to me

What I’ve seen before

Can’t help but notice

Hidden feelings I had stored

You stare at me

As if I am strange

My eyes open wide

I feel the beauty

Of all around

Then run through the tides

Come into my place

There is great pleasure

In what you will find

I throw away hate

That’s how you tell

X is on my mind