another day goes by
without sorrow
without healing
without joy
only the comfort that tomorrow
will bring the same again
another day goes by
without violence
without terror
without joy
a hundred faces as clear as before
suffer the same fate
the lights on the water, dragging me down
into the abyss of the monster I am
pushing to break all the filters I cast
writhing, brooding and thrashing about
splitting at edges so frail and thin
a dirty little crack runs up my skin
beneath the black armor of which I am bound
this dirty little suit to match my crown
don't show your face to me and you smile when you're lonely
like its all you've ever known
taking refuge in the rising decay
collecting words from the book
no longer in your heart
just to rip them all to pieces
and burn them away
another year goes by
without solace
without peace
without rest
only the screaming of the abandoned
hiding in my head
another year goes by
without kindness
without heroes
without rest
a hundred faces as clear as before
and the horror they expressed