Testo Conscience Frequency Construct
I close my eyes
There's nothing left
Forgiven somehow
Without regret
My pounding heart
It's emptiness
The bitter cold
Cuts straight through it
Sorrow comes
Breaks my bones
Delivered strength, merciless
A fall from grace
Contempt takes place
A distant sun
Shall rise again
The subtle feel
That's taken hold
Inside my head
Left for dead
Decisions made
Create this mess
Never fade
Without distress
