The Watcher letra

I am part of the gate.
cold hard rusted keeping the prisoner inside.
I am just an outline...
disease starting down so deep
eating its way out.
this is where it begins (secret captive sin)
in a single rod of the iron gate
rusted and no longer serving its purpose
I curve my posture, veil the reflections of comprehension in eyes and breathe...
and watch them participate in the movement of the play
while I am welded into the gate to watch them marching onward...
I am just an outline...
travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward
travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward
searing in this I die, in the openness of wound...
I am part of the gate. I am cold, I am rusted.
I am the prisoner inside.

Crisis - Letras

• 2 Minutes Hate
• A Graveyard For Bitches
• After The Flood
• Blood Burden
• Bloodlines
• Come To Light
• Corpus Apocalypse
• Deadfall
• Different Ways Of Decay
• Discipline Of Degradation
• Drilling Me
• Exit Catacomb
• Fires Of Sorrow
• In The Shadow Of The Sun
• Kingdom's End
• Mechanical Man
• Methodology
• Nomad
• Nowhere But Lost
• Omen (Intro)
• Politics Of Domination
• Prisoner Scavenger
• Secrets Of The Prison House
• Sleeping The Wicked
• Smash To Pieces
• Study In Cancer
• Surviving The Siren
• Take The Low Road
• The Watcher
• Vision And The Verity
• Waking The Dead
• Working Out The Graves
• Wretched