Forsaken - Callenish Circle

Prisoner of my own thoughts

Of what I think to see

Stinging eyes but I don’t know

where

Desperation is complete

Invisible voices whispering feeding

the

chameleon

in me Colliding, forsaking myself wandering

Between these identities

Days and

nights passing painfully slow

Insomnia reality

This ceaseless crying of the hunted

It is now fucking chilling me Desolation taking it’s toll

Constantly

looking left,

right and behind

Spinning round and round and round

My mind is fully

redefined

Invisible voices whispering feeding

The chameleon in me Colliding,

forsaking myself

wandering

Between these identities

I’m captured in a dismal world with

my own lies

Without an end to reach

Crawling for shelter intoxicated

Nothing I can

trust

And

nothing is what it seems to be

I’m captured in a dismal world

Within my own fucking

lies

I’m captured in a dismal world within my own lies

And without an end to reach

Crawling for shelter intoxicated

Nothing I can trust

And nothing is what

it seems to be Prisoner of my own thoughts

Of what I think to see

Stinging eyes

but don’t know

where

Desperation is complete

Invisible voices whispering feeding

The

chameleon in me Colliding, forsaking myself wandering

Between these identities

Days

and nights

passing painfully slow

Insomnia reality

This ceaseless crying of the

hunted

It is now fucking chilling me Desolation taking it’s toll

Constantly looking

left, right

and behind

Spinning round and round and round

My mind if fully redefined