Something this way wicked creeps
Piercings eyes in my mind seeps
An absence of normalcy
The void is ever beckoning
Stone
Lined
Soul
It's writing on the wall
It's writing on the wall
It's writing on the wall
Did you believe what your father told you
This solemn life is not the end
Or will you hold onto that feeling
And take shelter from the wholesome dread
I bet you're tired man
In your fucked up home
But I don't see the plan
In your fucked up world
It's so damn cold
Your stone lined soul
That feeling
It's writing on the wall
It's writing on the wall
Lost for words but you keep calling
Look up and face the man who calls so well
It's all around
This feeling's haunting
A grain of sand lost in a sea yet bound
I bet you're tired man
In your fucked up home
But I don't see the plan
In your fucked up world
It's so damn cold
Your stone lined soul
That feeling
It's writing on the
The Void is ever beckoning
It's writing on the wall
It's writing on the wall
It's writing on the