FADED

Mower

Compositor: Mower

One thousand empty bottles, ten thousand wasted thoughts.
A thousand knives, all sterilized, a thousand eyes, all paralyzed.
A room of faceless pictures, a realm of memories lost
And i can't see you anymore.

The light's gone; it's hard to see…faded.
You're locked in reality…faded.



Looking inside for my life (shock), looking inside but i'm dead inside. (shock)
Looking inside for my life (shock), looking inside but i can't find it. (shock)