Dull my senses
What is left of of them
Ignore the signs as reality slips
I count the days
Or just the moments
I feel it swelling but I can't get ahold of it
Dark skies
I'm Paralyzed
Faint cries
Chastised
I fall below you let the force of it take me
I saw my face for the very first time
Am I here, can you look me in the eyes?
I've been talking my sleep, can you get ahold of me?
I am the beast, it's consuming one piece at time
Dull my senses
What is left of them
Let the force of it take me