Testo di The Loss of Motion Control

Your touch is dead As is the life I pursue Onward I stare into the surreal My mind dies As slumber comes for me to heal By binding light I strive to obtain The pendulum sharpens its axe once again To fore fill my needs To embrace my silence is gold Means the loss of motion control Within me hides a dead soul A world of mirrors breaking I gasp for air no more As I unleash my impulse My mind clouds I don't think their was anything there before Permanently unconscious (To turn the abducting faces forevermore)