Pitch Black (Systematic)

Taste the colors that run over you A touch of gray that numbs the mind Left me for dead it fills my head "Locked in here for good!" she said. Grip the dark that funnels dimmest light It turns my scream into a whisper. My thoughts scream through me No way this could be Nothing left to see. Silence will become the death of me In my head they speak in tongues Tear at my skin it never ends No words can save the shape I'm in. My thoughts scream through me No way this could be Nothing left to see. (I think I see the light) My thoughts scream through me No way this could be Nothing left to see.