Shallow Seasons

The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates The power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days You're lost forever unable to see yourself The thoughts arising, there's no disguising where you've been... Reveal to me, your mind's identify (BIT:identity?) You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me Don't hold on to what you call a life... Anger compels a force of weakness or fear I'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years A negative release, subliminal urge Unwish declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way... Your fallen prey, a loser pays You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me Don't hold on to what you call a life... To what you call a life...