The Watcher Lyrics - Crisis

I am part of the gate. 

cold hard rusted keeping the prisoner inside. 

I am just an outline... 

disease starting down so deep 

eating its way out. 

this is where it begins (secret captive sin) 

in a single rod of the iron gate 

rusted and no longer serving its purpose 

I curve my posture, veil the reflections of comprehension in eyes and breathe... 

and watch them participate in the movement of the play 

while I am welded into the gate to watch them marching onward... 

I am just an outline... 

travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward 

travel onward through crevice of shallow space catch a breath crawl onward 

searing in this I die, in the openness of wound... 

I am part of the gate. I am cold, I am rusted. 

I am the prisoner inside.