Shallow Seasons

The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates
 The power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate
 It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways
 Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days
 You're lost forever unable to see yourself
 The thoughts arising, there's
 no disguising where you've been...
 Reveal to me, your mind's identify
 You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me
 Don't hold on to what you call a life...
 Anger compels a force of weakness or fear
 I'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years
 A negative release, subliminal urge
 Unwish declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way...
 Your fallen prey, a loser pays
 You'll pay for the feelings that you feed me
 Don't hold on to what you call a life...