Strange — Darkwell

Strange

I hear a voice in my mind There is a gate concealed My emotions are so blind, Nothing revealed

Tumultuous thoughts on the face A dementia in deep My emotions are so blind, It's an infected creep

Strange layers of our pride, forever lost Vividness of the tale, disguised Our beliefs are the hopes weird host Unimportance will be realized

Consciousness begins to fade Yet the state of mind debased The decisions are made, Madness is faced

Grabbed by the inner demon Disrooted of mankind's grace The societies crippled son, It's an infected creep

Strange layers of our pride, forever lost Vividness of the tale, disguised Our beliefs are the hopes weird host Unimportance will be realized