I can't see the color
Cast out to a desert sun
Limbs shaking, surrender
You were supposed to cure the sickness
Frustration
Fury
Affection towards
Scorn
My patience short
Daylight
It's fading
I can't see the color
Cast out to a desert sun
Limbs shaking, surrender
You were supposed to cure the sickness
Dejected
Mourning
A longing for
Salve
Prognosis short
Daylight
It's fading
Flesh
This is my prison
My flesh prison
Desperate to deny my fate
But it's haunting me
Destined to fall asleep
Even a vise-like grip
Slipping
Now I know loss
Now I know loss
Now I suffer
Now I suffer