Old Man's Child My Demonic Figures
In my world where emptyness lies and nothing but hate controls my mind. My mountains too steap to conquer I'm trapped inside myself. Torn apart by my demonic figures Images projected by my veins a masquerade of chaos revealed the secrets of my mind. A fearsome quest, the bitter truth left alone I got no soul As long as their is life there is pain I'm damned to breathe and to be insane.