The Pit of Doom - Sightless in Shadow

I'll have to go ahead with my experiment right now Lower the dome Are you ready Costez? (All set) My moment of triumph is at hand Contact It's messed up (It doesn't look bad) You're crazy, it looks bad (Okay then at least tell me what this thing that you're doing) This figure in the middle, it's not even coming out right I've already got like the hands like on the side, like the hands of doom, and they're like representing the city, and the environment around this artist And he's like, like, he's like by himself in his own world and what not He don't care about nobody around him, and that's what the hands are, everybody around him (Yeah, who is this character? That's you) Who told, what gave, what gave you that idea? (C'mon man, I've been knowing, I've knowing for a long time that was you Nah nah)

What was that sound? Sounded just like a piece of you Tore through the sky all placid You're filled with pain But your head is held so damn high Here comes the shame Time steals the day Oh, it's so unfair Oh, I'm breaking All your gifts are running through me now The moment you left us fell like a stone With nothing but fear The moment you left us, it started to rain That's your spirit That's your laughter That's your face in time What a beautiful life you've made Tell me how to do all those things That I wanted to do It's hard to face these things What a beautiful life we've made Taught me how to be all those ways I wanted to be It's hard to face this scene Shadow in the storm Feelings don't die Feelings don't die Oh, I love who you are It's written all across my face Told you all night long It's hard to face that scene Do you love who I am? Shadow in this awful storm A silent black fall Oh, will you always be That soft voice in me? Oh, will you always be That soft voice in me?

Standing in the shadow of our lies To hide our imperfections, Doing anything we can to hide. Eyes wide open but still blind To see what really matters, And insecurity won't go, See me in shadow. Standing by the ruins of your soul, That cries for some more meaning. Wondering when you have Become so cold, So cold, And all the pictures of your past are gone. So cold, so cold, Forget yourself And who you are, Another life is not that far. Standing by the paintings of your dreams, But you have awoken And all the purples and the greens Have turned to black. And the ruins of your soul Have died, no more meaning. I wonder when you have Become so cold, So cold, And all the pictures of your past are gone. So cold, so cold, Forget yourself And who you are, Another life is not that far. Not that far, Not that far.