MAsked in a shroud of grayness
Trotting on the line of consiousness
Between the evil's of right and wrong
Love seems to dwindle in it's eternal fire's
this body seems broken and torn
Gastly fiqures haunts once pleasant dreams
the coldness draws nearer to the heart
seizing the flow of life forever
does this soul die in sorrow
you be the judge of such matter's
Trotting on the line of consiousness
Between the evil's of right and wrong
Love seems to dwindle in it's eternal fire's
this body seems broken and torn
Gastly fiqures haunts once pleasant dreams
the coldness draws nearer to the heart
seizing the flow of life forever
does this soul die in sorrow
you be the judge of such matter's