Pick up the phone, dial tone A blank space, thoughts erased An incident, cold blood Striked out, a single round A suspect, quarantined Terror fades, turns to rage This is the cold part, the room shakes Life gives, but mostly takes Yeah life gives, but mostly takes Separate my life from the island of yours A second cycle that can't fill the hole If it were up to me we might still have control But your existence has left with your soul Yeah your existence has left with your Soul Day by day, a slow decay Violent dissonance Perpetual motion Keeps my mind occupied Terminal sadness Intovert or socially inept All of your colours bleed together I can't remember the last thing you said No I can't remember the last thing you said Separate my life from the island of yours A second cycle that can't fill the hole If it were up to me we might still have control But your existence has left with your soul Yeah your existence has left with your Soul Hello How many cycles till I fill this hole The years have taken their toll If it were up to me I'd kill this dream The one where I lose your soul