The Abyss - Prozak

Black ink is the blood of the misfit

It’s current sweeping us through the struggle and turmoil

Of this desolate paradox otherwise known as — reality

Though we’re bound together, we all must face the journey

— Alone

Cradle to the grave, one and the same

Our lives outrace unchangeably in black ink

(Here in my life I’m drowning, lost inside)

(Here in my mind I’m dying all the time)