Phantoms

Bitter End


Trace the line backwards, see where the illusion begins, born in the mind, the false existence has no end. when will the sick and twisted thoughts come to seal your fate?
operating on no foundation, gonna crumble like the rest, years move forward as you step further back, time will show, i posses all that you lack. Fear of the real, grounded below, i'll never understand why you let the weakness flow, i watch you fall faster, brace yourself, the bottom is reachinf out, ready to take you in. Time will show. Years move forward. as you step further back. time will show. i posses all that you lack