كلمات Silent Confession

So here it comes again the grip of hangmans hand way out straight to be insane the gift that I can't stand Strange pictures in my head running hell twisted reality then silent prayer Waiting for a starlight ,for the midnight for my pain standing on the thin line between the mad and the sane strugglining with a frustration the provocation of what it used to be perfect isolation , a fearkiller will secure me You're my obsession , I'm your confession you want to possess me , I'm drained I'm your obsession than you're my confession I'm gonna break you down you're gone! So here it comes again another sleepless night another mindless ride I'm here to get some more