Heavy Gloom

Bodysnatcher

Compositor: Chris Whited

Forward to the end, bury into my own head
In my world everything is dead
I feel nothing everything is black and white
A constant reminder of what everything has become
Nothing, there is nothing

Everyday is getting worse, mother and father this is my curse
Black skies is my place on earth, mother and father this is my curse
Forward to the end, bury into my own head
In my world everything is dead
I feel nothing everything is black and white
A constant reminder of what everything has become
Nothing, there is nothing

Everyday I try to see the Sun
But the clouds always black out the sky
My Sun will never shine
The blackest cloud will always reign over me for eternity
Forever, everything is dead