And this blood on my hands,
Now it won't go away...
I've been out on this road, for days.

And the fear on the wall,
Watch it slowly cascade...
As the door holds the wolves, at bay.

The Emptiness is building from,
This Nothingness that we've all become

And this road that I've chosen,
Seems it's taken its' toll;
Leading far, far away from the soul!

And the fear on the wall,
Watch it slowly cascade...
As the door holds the wolves, at bay.

The Emptiness is building from
This Nothingness that we've all become

This thing I've become, seems its' taken control
Of my mind and my body, my will and my soul;
Driving further and further, away from my self...
Until there's none of me left, I've become something else.

The Emptiness is building from
This Nothingness that we've all become