Compositor: Pitch Black Forecast
Prepare an ornament for the mourning / Forming stain glass slides
Of your memory that's deformed and / Torn yet worn in stride
This age is full of deceit / The stage is set for defeat
Estranged / Check mate is defaced
Destroy to create / Engaged in self-doubt and rage
What have you got to hide? [inside?]
This closet's full of demons from my past
Nothing's forever / So nothing will ever last