Becoming the Nightmare - Hundredth

These eyes are cold, it seems all has changed

What once was is now dead

Hollow, empty yearning for the past

A time when all was well, before this plague had spread inside.

When did we

fall?

When did we die?

The scars never seem to heal

But still we strive to find something.

We never will

Why can’t we see it will never be?

Every time taking a part of life, they’ll never get it back

Try to move forward but stay in the past, some just forget to move on

Leaving behind broken ones, how could we be so blind?

(how could we be so blind?)

The ones we fear are inside of us

We knew not how horrible we are

These things we do, these things we look past

Importance fades as excitement comes

Memories forgot in the thrill

This has broken me, but I won’t go, but I won’t go

We are the guilty we should pay.

Becoming the nightmare