The Art of Balance by Shadows Fall

Destroyer Of Senses

by Shadows Fall· from The Art of Balance

The sweet taste of self destruction Waves of purity wash away the memories I keep on falling off I keep on falling off The agents of change will dissolve Into the fabric of our very existence I keep on falling off of this straight and narrow line The calm embrace of a sedated mind Giver of life Destroyer of senses I invoke! The sweet taste of self destruction Waves of purity wash away the memories I keep on falling off of this straight and narrow line The calm embrace of a sedated mind