Songtexte Pitch-Black (Alive at Romaphonic Studios) - Overtoun

My psyche's snapped
From wounds too deep to dress and wrap
I've lost my mind to abuse

This war-torn mind is vacant
No one will get inside
No one, I do not mind
There are no more ways to hurt me
No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room
All hail our lord and savior solitude

My memories keep on fading as dementia wipes out my life

This war-torn mind is vacant
No one will get inside
No one, I do not mind
There are no more ways to hurt me
No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room
All hail our lord and savior solitude

A silent, unseen metamorphosis
I am not who they think I am
This shell is cold
An empty husk free from the illusions of pain and joy
There's pitch-black in me

This war-torn mind is vacant
There are no more ways to hurt me
No one will ever find me
All hail our lord and savior solitude

This war-torn mind is vacant
No one will get inside
No one, I do not mind
There are no more ways to hurt me
No one will ever find me in this pitch-black empty room
All hail our lord and savior solitude