White Gallery - Morgoth

You feel the nearness of compulsion

Slow creeping fear inside of me

No reason, to escape the assault

No reason, to break with the world

No more twisted illusion, or are they real

Born to a second illusion, to kill yourself

White gallery

No reason, to escape the assault

No reason, to break with this world

Why don’t you pull me to death

Take my hand and rescue me

Escape from an obstinate memory

Illusion of death comes slow

Remember yourself in fear

Distortion of life so near

It’d be the wrong way to fall

Burried in my own privacy

Locked out from humanity