A Chill That You Can't Taint
Forgotten Tomb
The atrocities of daylight
No dreams survive in these dirty streets
When lights get dimmer and days get shorter
I get derailed
Out in the cold
Battered and old
Caught up in life's tight stranglehold
Castaway on a desert island
I used to call my soul
Reality hits harder
When hopes are shining brighter
Succumbing to the weight of my impossible dreams
Deafening isolation
A self-imposed constraint
Suspended animation
A chill that you can't taint
Out in the cold
Battered and old
Caught up in life's tight stranglehold
Castaway on a desert island
I used to call my soul
I used to call myself
A surge of hungry eyes
I need a new disguise
You serve too many masters
No sycophants can break the mold
Castaway
I'm a castaway
This ain't what I envisioned
It's time for swift decisions
Living the nightmare ain't a fancy affair
Lost in the ether and I don't care
Whatever lurks out there
It counts that I'm still one step ahead of you
