Shadow of Death

Interchangable memories on an old dusty shelf abandoned and lost in a mirage of my former self Listliss and dull in spirit, cold blooded at heart pondering the ways in which I fall apart Take myself at face-value, or look deep within Degraded myself in rythm with all of my sin This plight I find hopless, this plot I find flawed Is the shadow of death for me to be called Whether I bleed, of even just if I try It's in my opinion, it's better I die Do you think evanescence is truly so bliss If spoken by the serpant, so cold with a hiss Take my misfortune, call me a mistake And leave me alone, if not for pity's sake I may fear that I'm falling, or maybe failing you see The only thing I know, is what I hate most is me.