From the other side
The soul begs and pleads,
Its voice is given no sound
The heart reaches out to be freed,
Its place is never found
From the other side
From the other side
The soul begs and pleads,
Its voice is given no sound
The heart reaches out to be freed,
Its place is never found
From the other side
Many place habit in its fantasies, inside their very dreams
Left with no shoulder to lean –
The world of illusion is kind,
The world of reality is just too mean.
What’s seen is only the addiction, and the objects with which they fiend.
Cornered into lines they themselves designed
Stuck in holes they themselves mined,
Same problems, and more excuses to hide behind.
They take rooms of solace with the other side of their mind.
Making false promises in the heat of lust,
They’ve broken every ounce of trust.
Wanting to go back to when days were bright,
Now they can barely tell day from night...
They yearn to change, but, even they know it is too late.
Wishing for a different outcome, they desire a different fate.
The shadows they use to call friends,
All have given up patience and refuse to wait.
Marked by immovable labels, they hide their sins under the table.
Everywhere they turn is a new form of pressure, keeping others at distant measure.
Before they use to succumb to phony pleasures, now they find deeper treasures:
Righting wrongs with those they’ve hurt,
Making their long way back to the family they’ve desert. All in vain
The Devil has already made quick work, the deal is struck. Their soul is sold.
They’re sinking in their own muck, reaching out with no hand to hold.
As they sink deeper to the other side, leaving the world they knew behind
Memories flood their mind. They stare at the faces of those they’ve betrayed,
Hoping to return from where they’ve strayed. From that point, hope begins to fade,
The voices begin to disappear and the warm love dissolves into cold feelings of fear.
Many don’t struggle in the depths of despair. Down there the deeds are clear.
A cloud misery and regret looms ever-near, while shame eats at the soul greedily.
The Other Side can consume any man, woman, or child easily.
Written by Fatal Dawn
The soul begs and pleads,
Its voice is given no sound
The heart reaches out to be freed,
Its place is never found
From the other side
From the other side
The soul begs and pleads,
Its voice is given no sound
The heart reaches out to be freed,
Its place is never found
From the other side
Many place habit in its fantasies, inside their very dreams
Left with no shoulder to lean –
The world of illusion is kind,
The world of reality is just too mean.
What’s seen is only the addiction, and the objects with which they fiend.
Cornered into lines they themselves designed
Stuck in holes they themselves mined,
Same problems, and more excuses to hide behind.
They take rooms of solace with the other side of their mind.
Making false promises in the heat of lust,
They’ve broken every ounce of trust.
Wanting to go back to when days were bright,
Now they can barely tell day from night...
They yearn to change, but, even they know it is too late.
Wishing for a different outcome, they desire a different fate.
The shadows they use to call friends,
All have given up patience and refuse to wait.
Marked by immovable labels, they hide their sins under the table.
Everywhere they turn is a new form of pressure, keeping others at distant measure.
Before they use to succumb to phony pleasures, now they find deeper treasures:
Righting wrongs with those they’ve hurt,
Making their long way back to the family they’ve desert. All in vain
The Devil has already made quick work, the deal is struck. Their soul is sold.
They’re sinking in their own muck, reaching out with no hand to hold.
As they sink deeper to the other side, leaving the world they knew behind
Memories flood their mind. They stare at the faces of those they’ve betrayed,
Hoping to return from where they’ve strayed. From that point, hope begins to fade,
The voices begin to disappear and the warm love dissolves into cold feelings of fear.
Many don’t struggle in the depths of despair. Down there the deeds are clear.
A cloud misery and regret looms ever-near, while shame eats at the soul greedily.
The Other Side can consume any man, woman, or child easily.
Written by Fatal Dawn
