Pass on the Fear
Rest my head on a knife edge
Bite my tongue uneasily
Lie down on a bed of nails
Spirits float in secrecy
Heavy feet on broken glass
Marked by the eye of sapience
Face down in a pool of sweat
Praised by a spiteful audience
Just a shadow, I'm just a shadow on the wall
Closure and demise
Just a shadow, I'm just a shadow, nothing more
A legacy of lies, pass on the fear
Wicked hands upon my shoulders
Bullied back into conformity
Plagued by a mob of simpletons
Wiped out all my sympathy
Never knew I was a murderer
Consumed by retribution
Met with anger and dismay
In search of absolution
Now I will leave peacefully, without a single sound
A second coming in the works, a major turnaround
Writer/s: PER WIBERG