Shallow Seasons کے بول

the sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates the power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate it's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days you're lost forever unable to see yourself the thoughts arising, there's no disguising where you've been... reveal to me, your mind's identity you'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me don't hold on to what you call a life... anger compels a force of weakness or fear i'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years a negative release, subliminal urge unwise declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way... your fallen prey, a loser pays you'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me don't hold on to what you call a life...