Vision Of Disorder
Gloom
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