Veils of grey darken time
Colorless seasons, ashen skies

Detached from flesh
To bear the weight of days
Unnoticed, my soul drifts away

I'm lost in this dreamlike state
And I gaze at a portrait of decay
I drown in this stream of emptiness

Is this really me?

Buried myself alive
My old trick to survive
Apathy dressed as conformity
Torpor in sacred disguise

I'm lost in this dreamlike state
And I gaze at a portrait of decay
I drown in this stream of emptiness

Is this really me?

I see a pale ghost in the mirror
A fading figure in shattered glass
A guest in my own skin
A stranger to my own heartbeat

I gaze upon that empty shell
Through a veil of misery
A witness to my own, my own suffering
My consciousness floats through this distant, unreal world
Pain echoes in those hollow chambers within
In black and white, I watch my memories bleed

I'm trapped In this dreamlike maze
And I gaze at the portrait of my decay
I drowned in this pit of emptiness

Is this the end?