Conscience
Bill Leeb / Chris Peterson
Deep inside
My forgotten world
This restless soul
Washed away
Anticipate
For better days
A hopeless world
Slipping away
Blurs of serenity
Hate forever burns
Crucified from above
Despite it all we never learn
So fragile, so faint
So damaged, yet so stained
Underneath it all hurts
Despite the calm
It all went wrong
Disappear in an empty hole
A darkened void to fill a space
A raging storm
Churns below
Final moments
To erase