Testo A Halo Askew Nonexist
memories hunt me down, a refugee at large
each and every day
defending myself
my life in decay
crawl back into my shell
enslaved to guilt for as long as i can remember
the only thing that i know is the darkness of november
these pangs of conscience, no peace of mind
the true meaning of life has been hard to find
each and every day
defending myself
my life in decay
crawl back into my shell
