Gloom
Pray for me
This needle and rock
In a daze I don't mind
From two o'clock sun
Cause I'm struggling down
The sun brought terror straight
And to my sister I lay wasted
From the pain scarred by all the mute remorse inside my head
Slice and begin again, again
Slice this skin again
When I'm down
Pray for all this Beckoning down on my soul
Short thin road
In my headLike in pain, rests inside this
Writer/s: Vision of Disorder
