Taste the colors that run over you

A touch of gray that numbs the mind

Left me for dead it fills my head

"Locked in here for good!" she said.



Grip the dark that funnels dimmest light

It turns my scream into a whisper.



My thoughts scream through me

No way this could be

Nothing left to see.



Silence will become the death of me

In my head they speak in tongues

Tear at my skin it never ends

No words can save the shape I'm in.



My thoughts scream through me

No way this could be

Nothing left to see.



(I think I see the light)



My thoughts scream through me

No way this could be

Nothing left to see