Decoy (SITD)

Angry clouds over a cold harsh place With paranoia face to face Eerie voices whispering your name Charges full of vile disdain Are you in fear of solitude? Your cry, my joy, your last salute Do you feel quite innocent? I take the guilt off your bloody hands Accusations more than you can bear Roaming your mind with endless fear Climb over the bleeding walls Hell awaits, the curtain falls Come into the arms of death Breathe for me your final breath You owe me a debt of gratitude Here in the house of sombre mood