Summary Of Comfort Lyrics & Chords By Ken Mode

Once again recycling our muffled foray.
Terse to a fault, and carelessly wavering on that fine line where hallucination becomes reality through relentless obsession.
Believe the hype. Believe what you felt.
Turn the clock sideways and frolic in this inhibition;
just don't doubt its rare nature.
You've lost your way and I'm left hoping that you'll come back, through this calloused door shut; an icy burn.
A poor hand dealt under unchosen circumstance.
Within the struggle lies.
Like grinding gears and insect flesh; imagery devoid of light.
This is where I am lost without you.
I know I'll never be the same again.