Woorden: Iniquity. Five Across The Eyes. Inhale The Ghost.

Balance the ledge of life
Perplexed existance causing strife
The lines are written in your eyes
Fantasize a night of sleep
The vicious circle borrowing deep
One on another, although you despise

Flush down your memories
Eject the past
A virtual existance
A peak of the flask

Abused, abusing, accused of using
Dealing, declining, fatally resigning
Push the needle, inhale the ghost
Crush the pill, increase the dose

Despondent, fumbling through a blurry haze
Trembling, cold sweat running from a pale face
Repellent visions of the staggering truth
Deny yourself and your shat upon death

With life entwined in the veil of death
And future sliding down the drain
Contorted in societies of man
And loss of will to try again
Struggling lifeless amongst debris copulating unwillingly
A fatal trust in what you repent
A retorted reprisal with a twisted intent

Flush down your memories
Eject the past
A virtual existance
A peak of the flask