Wither

Starin' into the eye of madness

In my nightmares i hear you calling

When my eyes close I see it clearly

Will you hold me I'm so cold

Blood hits the floor like I am conscious

Feed the dying flame now I get nauseous

Vision littered with dots precipitation

I inhibit the death of this nation

You just talk the talk don't walk the walk

We come face to face, your claws in the dark

I do whatever I want, but what I want is