Gloom - Vision Of Disorder

Pray for me

Cause I’m struggling down

This needle and rock

In a daze I don’t mind

In a daze I don’t mind, mind

The sun brought terror straight

From two o’clock sun

And to my sister I lay wasted

From the pain scarred by all

The mute remorse inside my head

Slice and begin again, again

Slice this skin again, again

Pray for all this

Beckoning down on my soul

Like in pain, rests inside this

When I’m down

Short thin road

In my head