Lyrics

Alter, what you know to be your everything,
Falter, in your forward steps so comforting,
Wanting, to regain your sense of feeling,
Waiting, to regain your sense of being?

Losing all of these
Your most precious things
Needing to believe
When your center leaves

Filling all I see with clouded apathy
Dragging all of me down,
Knowing everything will end with certainty,
Mold is all of me now

Walking, down the path with many names
Feeling you only have yourself to blame
Raping, all your body?s energy
Taking, all that you will ever be?

Losing all of these
Your most precious things
Needing to believe
When your center leaves

Filling all I see with clouded apathy
Dragging all of me down,
Knowing everything will end with certainty,
Mold is all of me now

Losing all of these
Your most precious things
Needing to believe
When your center leaves

Filling all I see with clouded apathy
Dragging all of me down,
Knowing everything will end with certainty,
Mold is all of me now