Rotting surface, in Isolation. Fettered your face. Turns inside out. Truth is a fear. Blinded with conceit. This side of heaven this close to Hell.
*Chorus Rusty your eyes, rusty notion and shield. Fixation by confined your inside Bleeding fear, crucified rage. So cruel intrinsic evasion. A face of red, but a heart of stone cold black. Dispersed trust, wicked eyes get a curse