The Nature of Depravity

The fears of my past are more than real No script will offer comfort All I have is the eyes of my nightmares The begining of the end is upon me This is the nature of depravity Only faceless figures wait for me The eyes of a failed sinner A body where the dead lay This is the heart of the sick The nature of depravity The fears of my past are more than real I welcomed the darkness I let it in