White Walls Reap Black Figures Lyrics - Cannae

A letter written home on stationary, the address marked with the author's 

blood. I know his leaving was never premeditated, but eighteen years on 

auto-pilot...will drive someone's impulse. decapitated dolls. Arson on action 

figures. So told, not acceptable acts. They figured if hope was twisted 

within a straitjacket, it would be the perfect solution to prevent so called 

mishaps. The worls seemed so colorless. White walls masquerade the surface of 

punishment (and rehabilitation) I can't grip the burden of shadows. I hope 

you die! The corners of blended pasts, uninformed to their futures. The final 

solution is to let me deal. Let's see you grip the burden of shadows. Let's 

see you grip the burden of shadows. The burden of shadows.