Letra de White Gallery

you feel the nearness of compulsion slow creeping fear inside of me no reason, to escape the assault no reason, to break with the world no more twisted illusion, or are they real born to a second illusion, to kill yourself white gallery no reason, to escape the assault no reason, to break with this world why don't you pull me to death take my hand and rescue me escape from an obstinate memory illusion of death comes slow remember yourself in fear distortion of life so near it'd be the wrong way to fall burried in my own privacy locked out from humanity