Lyric Within The Realm Of A Dying Sun

those landscapes you see
are not made of life at all
they are mades of death
they re like a cancer that s covering the earth
and everything you see is just
grey walls and wasteland around
I lost my voice I lost my thoughts
and pain is tearing me appart

heart on ice, this heart s on ice
is weak and frail, so weak and frail.

red light blue light flashing fear
there s too much stone around here
another door slammed on my face
and you don t bother to here
it is dark no noise arond me
when I was in that state

red blood eyes flame in the sky
and walls are breathing by hate
nothing new in the dying sun
and on the western front
a perfect reflection a senseless action
suburban homes you know

I lost my head I lost my faith
and pain is tearing me appart
and everything I see is just
grey walls and wasteland around