Black Light District Lyrics - The Gathering

Blaming global infection 

For the illness in him 

Little knowledge of the non-affection 

Between him and his kin 

Old, grey, bitter, anxious and collapsed 

Like a wallflower once blooming 

Withered to apparent death 

Apparently he had no reason 

To harbour the trust 

He'd forsaken inside. 

Apparently he left his reasons 

Forsaken the trust 

That harboured within 

Blaming the guilt 

Crying the tears 

Torture the pain 

Leaving the emptiness behind 

Walk, I cannot walk 

For I am blind, blinded I am 

By the pitch of dark, so dark is it 

The narrow street, never ending narrow 

Clogs my throat 

Silently I try, 

Try to walk, blinded by the pitch 

The narrow darkness, clogs the street 

I am speechless 

I am speechless 

Fear puts a rush on my steps 

As I stare into the spinning depth 

The end is not near the sight that I am hoping for 

And all the light that paves the way for me 

Is the wish and will for the end to see 

The bright light is the end of the black light district