Haloed - Front Line Assembly

Peering through a window

Eyes open shut

Breath turns into crystals

Stuck in a rut

This fear of dissension

Won’t bring me down

Words without meaning

Don’t make a sound

Out cast from the living

No place to crawl

Disturbing comfort

Surrender to all

Long lost of innocence

A sadness falls

Somber yet unforgiving

Endless walls

This fear of dissension

Won’t bring me down

Words without meaning

Don’t make a sound

A saint of pretension

Streaming with lies

This crooked halo

Gleams in his eye

Sliding through the screen

Fingers turning blue

Worn out shoes

Perverted view

A savior is there

The end is near