Crisis Of Life - Armored Saint

Intruder alert continues to flirt

And stagger and trip up my life

The sinister thoughts unfairly rots

My brain can’t put up a fight

Oh, the nightmare

Can it be put to an end?

The fact is I know

I’m not dreaming again

Steel on my skin

Oh, carve with that knife

Crisis of life

I’m falling, I’m falling

Crisis of life

Carving my mind

I’m falling, I’m falling

Crisis of life

Mentally, physically draining my skull

Of every thought entering

(How)

Feelin' just like a voodoo doll

About to be struck by a pin

Oh, the threshold

Comes to a staggering halt

Even though the guilty

Don’t know it’s his fault

Steel on my skin

Oh, carve with that knife

Crisis of life

I’m falling, I’m falling

Crisis of life

Carving my mind

I’m falling, I’m falling

Crisis of life

Oh, the knifes dug in

Carving my life

Oh the life is him

Overflowing amount of impatience

Crisis of life

I’m falling, I’m falling

Crisis of life

Carving my mind

I’m falling, I’m falling

Crisis of life

Crisis of life

I’m falling, I’m falling

Crisis of life

Carving my mind

I’m falling, I’m falling

Crisis a crisis of life

I’m falling, I’m falling

Crisis of life

I’m losing it,

Crisis of life

Crisis of life