Midnight At The Asylum

A work in progress

  Our days are numbered
As we clutch onto our gilded idols
We are encumbered
With guilt of knowing we stood idle 
When given chances
We chose the path of least survival
And even when there is no turning back I shift all the blame

Traverse the wilderness
With oxygen tanks and a curfew 
I got you into this,
I didn't mean to wrong or hurt you
The sunlight dances
Through the fumes that we disguised as perfume
No turning back now, it's time I accepted the blame

A Lie of Convenience

1955

Johari ► Soothe & Groove

Thousand Foot Krutch - Hurt (Pitch-Shifted)

Original 2

Malédiction

The Professional

ATTN:

Pain Pleasure

Dead

Pain Pleasure

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