On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left
Integrity's gone, I've lost myself again
On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left
Hell is loose, and it's only just begun

On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left

Violet dreams of violent kind, they haunt me now you're gone



Violet dreams of violent a kind, kaleidoscope mind of hate

The battle with everyone was really just the enemy within



I hold the truth, I am the cure, I hold you down, I beg you now

Try not to look me in the eye, as I'm headed for the kill

I know I have to do it, even if I'm lost



Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you

But it seems like I never had you anyway



This ceremony of opposites in my relation to both shadows at play in complete and

utter darkness, and the inexplicable absence of light on the brightest of days. The

reality presented to me by shadows, appear no different that the one displayed by

light. I am the difference, I am the anomaly, I am the abyss, and the void. It is the

false truth, and the truth is always false.



Can't seem to find the outskirts

Can't seem to remember the violet

Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you

Can't seem to tell a dream from a lie

Can't seem to tell you why I'm here.



(Thanks to Kelly for these lyrics)