Post-Processing Video (MV)

The cold sweat of the night caused by whispered words
They're so beautiful
So beautiful
And when the tunnel vision brain lights the candle's wick
There'll be only one
There's only one
It's got a messed up focused camera lens
But it beats the eyes
It beats the eyes
It's got a homing missile pointed at the finish line
It's not going off track
It's an in depth attack

That's when the feeding frenzy starts and there's a shamble, a mess
Like the art or impulse and the pain in my chest
But it's creeping up, creeping up on all of the rest
It's just creeping up, creeping up, creeping up, creeping up

It's nothing real, and it's out of my hands
Looking for a black swan
It's holding me up like a robbery
Looking up a shotgun
It's going past the point of no return
Looking like a dead end
And it only gets worse and worse and worse
Looks like we're going all the way down

It took its form followed by an ear-shattering bass
Which shook the core
It shook the core
That's the moment that the whispers all went to waste
They berate what's left
Berate whatever's left
And the monster was there, but it had no face
Now it's pulling my strings
Pulling my strings
Because it's taking me the same place in a different light
It's much darker now
The candle's out

I'm getting eaten alive by something of my own
And why should I even care when the damage is done.
The powerful crash from every end of the room
It's just screaming and screaming, screaming and screaming

It's going past the point of no return
Looking like a dead end
And it only gets worse and worse and worse
Looks like we're going all the way down

It'll happen again and again and again
It'll happen again and again and again
It'll happen again and again and again
It'll happen again and again and again
And it'll happen again and again and again
And it'll happen again and again and again
It'll happen again and again and again
And it'll happen again and again and again