Ex-Tc

Black covers the mass The mist - it's so dense It's soothing to breathe I reach out my hand Into the sights Yet I grasp nothing All seems different to me What I've seen before Yearn for the feel The warmth that's inside A childish grin I joyfully scream To deafened ears It's time to begin All seems different to me What I've seen before Can't help but notice Hidden feelings I had stored You stare at me As if I am strange My eyes open wide I feel the beauty Of all around Then run through the tides Come into my place There is great pleasure In what you will find I throw away hate That's how you tell X is on my mind --- Ex-TC - Death Angel