Everywhere is nowhere
Now wheres the sense in that?
The inner me gets colder
While my skin cant hold more beads of sweat
With every mile Im tumbling
My surface molds to fit
Lapsing from faith in you
Forever done
Done with denial
Forever done
Why king, why king, why
Is your kingdom overcome?
Why king, why king, why
Overgrown with moss and mold
His majesty is growing old
I feel my time expiring
From my wanderings I rest
Dont believe in my creator
But my disbelief I detest
I grasp onto the feeling
That Im the only one
Questioning my salvation
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
