Erchint:Jury

Erchint: jury. Lyrics copyright Matt Watkins and Erchint.

A dead look crosses your face as you walk across the roof. Is your life so meaningless that you need to force your feelings? You walk the ridgepole, but did you know your steps take you so close to the edge? No stopping, no looking back, just keep your balance, and hope you won't fall. Living's short, but you make it shorter. Nonexistence - your way of life. For just a second a message may ring true just to enter your heart and die. Resign your life. It won't belong to you. You might as well just lay down and die. Or turn back and search through the darkness, and try to get a hold on your life. your path is marked. Go down it. Behind, it disappears with each step you take. it doesn't turn. It just goes on. Let your path determine your fate. I'm your judge. I'm your jury. I'm the cloud behind your eyes. I'm your judge. I'm your jury. I'm the act you've come to despise.