Sangtekst: Chimera Twilight. Other. The Phantom.

the writer uses ink to express what mouths can barely put to words for pound for pound this ways you down you cant decide what comes first, never sleep wrap yourself tight and love false safety you put the pen down to the paper but words dont seem to make their mark, tried swallowing this down like a pill but theres no cure for this, to late your bed is made cant get your mind our of this concious state no one would understand this thoughts to heavy to comprehend