The Gloom That Is His World Songtext

*spoken* in this broken shell, brooding endless hell

What once was is there no more
Wiped clean what was before
But still some self remains therein
All withered up and dried

In shadows wake
Then darkness face
The gloom that is his world
In shadows tread
Poor living dead
The gloom that is his world

Oh the sickness, a gnawing fever in his soul
And the darkness that feeds his fear is in control

Oh the sickness is a foul injection in his soul
And the darkness that feeds his fear is in control
Now the mirrors face is not what he is used to see
He has chained his self inside himself
The gloom filled world is all that's left inside