Tekster: Witch Hunt. Burning Bridges To Nowhere. Void.

I used to wake up to a face
Now I wake up to a wall
The terms are down in black and white
My life is caught between the lines
Is this the end of the line?
I'm confined to a void
Losing face with time
I'm inclined to avoid
Waiting around with my ear to the door.
Balancing on eggshells, empty basket on the floor
You've gone so far
And I feel so far-gone
It's all gone away
Void.