Nightshade [Sweden] - Sanctum

In the depths of an abandoned soul A cold throat in search of oxygen Her pale body lost in surreal movements And shivering hands reaching for reality The echo of her thoughts never made it outside These chambers of corroded anxiety No one will ever comprehend Why some of us were left behind and broken down Wishing for another place that holds another day As fear saturates my eyes A clergy of corrupted saints feeding me with lies I sigh The distant warmth of a weakened heart Resists against the chains that tear her chest apart Her shoulders seem relaxed in spite of the pain Calm and waiting for a world which will never be the same Her life written on the walls in chalk and coal Words that tell of her last dance with sanity There's acid on the scriptures of her mind What have they done to her...what has she become? Wishing for another place that holds another day As fear saturates my eyes A clergy of corrupted saints feeding me with lies I sigh Waiting for another world that holds another chance The sun sets before my eyes Though their shadow's binding me I find some kind of light Inside