Descending pretended everything was fine, I was lying with a fake smile, it's even darker inside. Who am I? An irrelevant child ? A disappointing son. Waiting for his time to come. Dig deep a perfect place to fall asleep. The shades were less than fifty, as I painted the white to grey. As I painted the white to grey. The colors all disappeared. The Hamartia is on it's way, inevitably the ship's sinking. The wind blows, I can feel it on my skin. I can hear the whispering. Whatever I do, wherever I go, in my footsteps, every ounce of blood I shed. I'll drink the chalice of misery. Dig deep a perfect place to fall asleep. The shades were less than fifty, as I painted the white to grey. As I painted the white to grey. The colors all disappeared. Crystallized, the prison cell of my mind now immortalized. Fall, down, in the graveyard alone. Open arms, a knife in the lung. It's delusion of love. let the worms devoured. Let the worms devoured.