Dark Clouds Hanging Low - Tirades

Dark clouds hanging low.

A sense of blindness going back and forth.

You try to look away, too many things to say.

You think you know nothing, but this is all I know.

Let me tell you why it’s time to let go.

My soulless body eaten alive.

The abyss of your pain, my endless cage.

Dark clouds hanging low.

These walls took years to build, and these wounds are here to tell.

I know silence will keep me in pain.

Any hope to stay alive, I know it will all be in vain.

Dark clouds hanging low