كلمات Echoes Of The Unhinged

Faith goes away, without knowing whether it’s day or night It disappears in the waters of mystery I can’t see anything but stains of light I disguise my ideas so I won’t contradict them I act cautiously so I won’t be alone Heading to the disintegration of myself A cursed echo is embedded in my soul Slowly rotting, gazing upon a curious face Until I find myself in oblivion… A false sense of one’ self, a hallow excuse for a life Becoming unconscious , an object for them to sell.