Illwill - Lake Of Tears

Poison in my blood, running through my veins

Panic disorder, growing, just the perfect day

Fever in my mind, my vision’s getting dim

A purple tone is spreading on my pale skin

A cold place, such a cold place

Time is standing still but life is fading fast

Am i still here dreaming or am i dead at last

A cold place, such a cold place

Can’t wake, i hang for my mistakes

Cold fact, my life will always be black

Dead race, a bitter place, cold

Black, fucked!