paroles de chanson Pitch-Black - 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