Possession / The Negative

The endowment of savoring moments
 A certain safety found among the pale lines
 Now I stand here watching them steal the stage
 When we suppress the demons lying inside
 Lost somewhere between the seconds of sleep
 Serving another master of...
 Clutching on false impressions and makings of disdain
 That seems to fall on resolving my remains
 Possession...
 Deep within my soul... and never letting go
 Return to spread the hollow shell of will
 I am approaching the minutes of purity
 Burn the predictions of when to decline
 Pulling choices that are killing me
 Lost somewhere between the seconds of sleep
 Serving another master of...
 Possession...
 Deep within my soul... and never letting go
 Possession...
 Depression for pain... the nightmare still remains
 Possession...
 The cure left in vain... overjoyed by my pain
 Possession...
 Decay often brings... the nightmare of me