Tunnels

I can't see through the thickness
Smoke it darkens the sky
Tunnels engrained in my vision
I'm scared to die

I cannot make the meaning of the message given
I hear it I relive it all the fucking time
I hate it when I hear the demons always singing
Take these harmonies out my life

Fear of change in the seasons
My skin is painted by knives
Time is stripping all feeling
Entropy it tunnels my spine

I cannot make the meaning of the message given
I hear it I relive it all the fucking time
I hate it when I hear the demons always singing
Take these harmonies out my life

I cannot make direction in what the map is saying
I hear it but this tunnel has my sense blind
I hate it when I hear a preacher loving Satan
Without melody there's no life

Colors seem to fade away
When you don't let the paint flow
Your soul is not destined to die
Senses of hard apathy
They overwhelm your whole heart
Your soul is what's after your life

Digging holes
Digging holes
Tunnels
Tunnels