Letras
Blind am I to a cold dark depth
Inside my head
Regression, projection, a primitive drive
Sheltered within a lie
Freezing ice closes my eyes
My disguise
Touch now cold and wild
The mind folds back to that of a child
Behind closed eyes
Forced to see this cold dark depth
Taking control inside my head
A life lived full of contradictions
Pleasure is the path to my decisions
So primitive is my thought
Not what I need, just what I want
Just when you think it's what you thought
You know it's not, you know it's not
A child
Infantile
Letting go of all your limitations
Upheaval of emotion
The course set into motion
Even at the cost of you
(Give in to) Surrender to impulses
(Embrace all that you've) Pushed away
(This need to) Feed is never given closure
Letting go of all your limitations
Upheaval of emotion
The course set into motion
Even at the cost of you
(Give in to) Surrender to impulses
(Embrace all that you've) Pushed away
(This need to) Feed is never given closure