Decoy - [:SITD:]

Angry clouds over a cold harsh place

With paranoia face to face

Eerie voices whispering your name

Charges full of vile disdain

Are you in fear of solitude?

Your cry, my joy, your last salute

Do you feel quite innocent?

I take the guilt off your bloody hands

Accusations more than you can bear

Roaming your mind with endless fear

Climb over the bleeding walls

Hell awaits, the curtain falls

Come into the arms of death

Breathe for me your final breath

You owe me a debt of gratitude

Here in the house of sombre mood