Shallow Seasons

Lyrics

The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates The power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days You're lost forever, unable to see yourself The thoughts arising There's no disguising where you've been Reveal to me Your mind's identity You'll pay, pay for the feeling that you feed me Don't hold on to what you call a life Anger compels a force of weakness or fear I'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years A negative release, subliminal urge Unwish declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way Your fallen prey A loser pays You'll pay, pay for the feeling that you feed me Don't hold on to what you call a life To what you call a life [Guitar solo]