Threat Signal In Repair
I can't believe your face as I'm walking away
this image of my mind I cannot erase
It's taken from the hands of fate (I can't believe your
fate)
this sorrow implicates
An understanding of my hate (these words you can't erase)
pure black inside - right now I'm facing the end
Holding back the reason while you stare
these eyes cannot repair
Freedom shining through
blind by all your fear
