Deadfall - Crisis

Denial of something you are the only statue left

Let the games begin…

Cold and solid your stone is almost stronger than

Let the games begin…

I am the child of your emptiness

Pieces stitched together with your bitterness

You’re standing by yourself

You don’t understand the mystery

Let the games begin…

I cannot feel, you never taught me that

Kill me and hold me and break me from falling

I’m feeling colder than kill me and hold me and break me from falling

I’m turning colder than — tearing away to reveal nothing inside to fill the

need —

It’s all now… breaking away from your stone