The Dry The Desolate Lyrics

They lock me in this room

To find my strength

I can't admit I'm bested

My mind is rusted

I can't ungrip my teeth and

I'm trying

She's plotting

I'm running

She'll catch me

My mind is invested in

A campaign of hatred

Direct it by myself I

I storm my own keep and

I raped what little soul I

Had left to

Disperse of

That dim light

Has got to go out

Can you hear it?

The same old

The same old whispers that I

Hear

The same old whispers that I

Hear

The same old whispers that I

Hear

The same old whispers that I

Hear

The same old whispers that I hear