Låttexter: Callenish Circle. My Passion Your Pain. Forsaken.

Prisoner of my own thoughts
Of what I think to see
Stinging eyes but I don't know where
Desperation is complete

Invisible voices whispering
Feeding the chameleon in me
Colliding, forsaking myself wandering
Between these identities

Days and nights passing painfully slow
Insomnia, reality
This ceaseless crying of the hunted
It is now fucking chilling me

Desolation taking it's toll
Constantly looking left, right and behind
Spinning round and round and round
My mind is fully redefined

Invisible voices whispering
Feeding the chameleon in me
Colliding, forsaking myself wandering
Between these identities

I'm captured in a dismal world
Within my own lies without an end to reach
Crawling for shelter intoxicated
Nothing I can trust and nothing is what it seems to be
I'm captured in a dismal world
Within my own fucking lies

I'm captured in a dismal world within my own lies
And without an end to reach
Crawling for shelter intoxicated
Nothing I can trust and nothing is what it seems to be

Prisoner of my own thoughts
Of what I think to see
Stinging eyes but don't know
Where desperation is complete

Invisible voices whispering
Feeding the chameleon in me
Colliding, forsaking myself wandering
Between these identities

Days and nights passing painfully slow
Insomnia, reality
This ceaseless crying of the hunted
It is now fucking chilling me

Desolation taking its toll
Constantly looking left, right and behind
Spinning round and round and round
My mind if fully redefined