Define the Great Line by Underoath

Returning Empty Handed

by Underoath· from Define the Great Line

How peaceful it feels against my face Oh, what a long haul You rbought me here for this I see nothing but disaster Now I'm taking you with me A transparent scenery that comes as fast as it leaves Now my eyes flash with white It's settling in with all the flickering Here again The floor is more fitting for my face Here again? This is getting old I am being watched This is overwhelming Paranoia... As you dig your feet in I will sink my teeth into the floor while I lay here alone As the light begins to breach the border while I lay here alone Aware of every step I'm not aware at all black...flash white...I am awake