| Deep inside the black and winding mazes
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| I’m running from my ghouls
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| My own thoughts are replaced by
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| The hidden faces deep from my soul
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| Longing to see time rolling by
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| To ease the thoughts of regret
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| My bad conscience tears me apart
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| How will I ever forget
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| Dark recollections
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| Gnaw my inside
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| I’ve tried to run
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| And I’ve tried to hide
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| Reaching the barrow
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| Of my memories
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| To lay the final stone upon the grave
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| Searching inner kingdoms
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| For control
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| To put the lid of oblivion
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| Upon the grave of guilt
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| As I look into the mirror
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| I do not see my face
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| Two lying hollow eyes is staring back
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| With the look of shame and disgrace
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| My past is darkening my future as my present dies
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| Every morning is a step towards
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| The edge of my soul’s demise
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| Yesterday’s demons is like a plague to my mind
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| That never seems to cure
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| Imprisoning me to
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| What I left behind
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| Letting my conscience
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| Unchain no more |