On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left Integrity's gone, I've lost myself again
On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left Hell is loose, and it's only just begun
On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left Violet dreams of violent kind, they haunt me now you're gone
Violet dreams of violent a kind, kaleidoscope mind of hate The battle with everyone was really just the enemy within
I hold the truth, I am the cure, I hold you down, I beg you now Try not to look me in the eye, as I'm headed for the kill I know I have to do it, even if I'm lost
Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you But it seems like I never had you anyway
This ceremony of opposites in my relation to both shadows at play in complete and utter darkness, and the inexplicable absence of light on the brightest of days. The reality presented to me by shadows, appear no different that the one displayed by light. I am the difference, I am the anomaly, I am the abyss, and the void. It is the false truth, and the truth is always false.
Can't seem to find the outskirts Can't seem to remember the violet Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you Can't seem to tell a dream from a lie Can't seem to tell you why I'm here.