Snare of the Fowler

There is a void calling out in you again
 The loneliness of being
 Lost in an ever flowing dream
 To make peace of what's within
 Silent reflection
 Scraping the inner walls
 Maze of perdition
 Governed helplessly
 The dagger of spiritual deceit
 Drawn by the host from deep within
 As your temple starts to decay
 To impose the bliss of existence
 As your heart grew fond to the dark
 Something got left behind
 Remnants of life left to die
 The shadows too it all
 Gaping wounds
 Speak of a time long gone
 As the ghost of inertia
 Fill your heart with venom
 Worlds that come crashing down
 With the weight of a thousand suns
 Words that fail to evoke
 The stillness of the mind
 Still there are roads to discover
 Though shadowed by endless doubt
 Upon them lies secrets to uncover
 If you dare to step outside the path
 Worlds that come crashing down
 With the weight of a thousand suns
 Words that fail to evoke
 The stillness of the mind