Front Line Assembly Haloed
Peering through the window eyes opened shut breath turns to crystals stuck in a rut Out cast from living no place to crawl disturbing comfort surender to all long lost of innocence a sadness falls somber yet unforgiven endless walls This fear of dissension won't bring me down words without meaning don't make a sound A saint of pretension streaming with lies this crooked halo gleams in his eye Sliding through the screen fingers turning blue worn out shoes perverted view A savior is there the end is near