Front Line Assembly Neologic Spasm
So strange is the feeling Sinking down below Caught in this current By the undertow Silence is now falling So quiet is the rage Gasping for another breath Survival is the game You kick. You scream And try to shout But no one is there to hear Water fills up in your lungs The end is getting near Dying sensation Fascination Expectation Re creation Attraction sucks you down below Shockwave hits you extra hard Effectors of hypoxia Now you can't go far A tear of blood comes to your eye Your heart grinds to a halt Deliverance from this certain fate Now forever late Under the water Where you cannot breathe Choking feeling Sinking deep Eternal sleep So strange is the haze The colors turning gray Shadows of illusions All looking the same A spectrum of eternal thoughts Left so far behind Things that we had hoped for Now will never find
