Crisis The Watcher Lyrics:
i am part of the gate. cold hard rusted keeping
the prisoner inside. i am just an outline...
disease starting down so deep eating its way out.
this is where it begins (secret captive sin) in a
single rod of the iron gate rusted and no longer
serving its purpose i curve my posture, veil the
reflections of comprehension in eyes and
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breathe... and watch them participate in the
movement of the play while i am welded into the
gate to watch them marching onward... i am just an
outline... travel onward through crevice of
shallow space catch a breath crawl onward travel
onward through crevice of shallow space catch a
breath crawl onward searing in this i die, in the
openness of wound.. i am part of the gate. i am
cold, i am rusted. i am the prisoner inside.
Lyrics: The Watcher, Crisis [end]