this place like hell where you belong
nation of leeches, kingdom made of thorns
civil war inside your head is starting to breed
and reform it's own identity
here you have no name so death can't find you, define you
and hope to be resurrected back to life is gone forever
and the black wearing out your soul
is the black haunting you in echoes
the gaze like death what you behold
greyscale reflection, perfection so cold
flawless shell of man is starting to break
and leave the inside for demons to take
here you have no name so death can't find you, define you
and hope to be resurrected back to life is gone forever
And the black wearing out your soul
is the black haunting you in echoes
Jeff Beck:
