Scorn

I perish, nobody will know
As my mouth remains still
My heart awaits me filled with gravel
And the pain talks with each touch

Since I marked her out from my tower
Reality focused through unforbidden lenses

She owns enough of preciousness
A penalty given by the source

I perish, nobody will know
As my mouth remains still
My heart awaits me filled with gravel
And the pain talks with each touch

But I said I have no choice, the hinderens frighten
A labyrinth closing in at the edge of space

She owns enough of preciousness
A penalty given by the source

But they never allow
She's shut for all beings but one

I give up my storm, my threat

Since I marked her out from my tower
Reality focused throughout forbidden lenses, alright ya

She owns enough of preciousness
A penalty given by the source