Symphonies Of Chaos

Symphonies Of Chaos

Firas Hallak

Made of skin

Traveling the depth of a silent valley

Swinging walls and vile roses

As I walk through the alley

Symphonies echoing

Controlling my soul and pulling it from my throat

Brainsick, disturbed, and unbalanced feelings

Remembering what they wrote

As I followed my soul mentally

Reaching the end of infinite mysteries

While the sun rays block my vision

I slowly start to feel

The fear of chaos and division