Sinister Device drowning in nostalgia

we were sick, inside we felt alone
all the hopelessness gave life to what was sown
screaming but our words were never heard
mental slavery, our dreams destroyed and blurred
the rain washed away all of me, all the colors faded fast, I was free
the pain bled away through my blood, all my memories are now a distant flood
secluded and no reason to explain
all the reasons for the constant threat of pain
failure is the cracks inside the wall
when the bricks begin to crumble, I will fall
the rain washed away all of me, all the colors faded fast, I was free
the pain bled away through my blood, all my memories are now a distant flood