The Spiraling Void - The Faceless

Life is pain and the world is grey

A spiraling void in the frantic soiree

Sunken eyes see only misery

The figure I feared in the shadows was me

Wallowing in hell

To lift the grisly spell

A prisoner in this flesh

A sense of hopelessness

Round and round and round we spin

With feet of lead and wings of tin

I want to be punished for my sins

Tear through my muscle and my skin

I want to be punished for my sins

Tear through my muscle and my skin

The shroud of bewilderment

My infirmary beyond the throes of the spiraling void

A longing to be free from this desolation

Denied

A spiraling void in the frantic soiree

Sunken eyes see only misery

The figure I feared in the shadows was me

Falling faster

Losing sight of what I am

Rip my flesh off of my body

Peel the muscle from my bones

Sentenced to this wretched vessel

Suffering to be atoned

Round and round and round we spin

With feet of lead and wings of tin

Wallowing in hell

To lift the grisly spell

My skin my cell where I will suffer well

My skin my cell where I will suffer well

My skin my cell where I will suffer well

My skin my cell where I will suffer well

My skin my cell where I will suffer well

My skin my cell where I will suffer well