Betrayed my innocence
Of what was left
Of the sound
That makes the black hole
Echoes burning through
Fears feed my decay
Lawyer's of clean consience
Teardrops of steaming lead
Capture a cotton head
Echoes burning through
Pay with your trust
To be recognized
Share inner thoughts
To be satisfied
I can't act
Face the black hole
For self-demise
Like echoes penetrating
Through your mind's eye