The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates
   The power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate
  
   It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways
   Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days
   You're lost forever unable to see yourself
   The thoughts arising, there's
   no disguising where you've been...
  
   Reveal to me, your mind's identify
  
   You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me
   Don't hold on to what you call a life...
  
   Anger compels a force of weakness or fear
   I'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years
   A negative release, subliminal urge
   Unwish declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way...
  
   Your fallen prey, a loser pays
  
   You'll pay for the feelings that you feed me
   Don't hold on to what you call a life...