| The solitude of space
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| Was my only saving grace
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| I saw you digging me a grave
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| Couldn’t move far enough away
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| Footsteps in reverse
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| From a blessing to a curse
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| I see you blowing kisses at me
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| While I’m crawling in quicksand
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| Howling like a wolf at the moon never felt more alive
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| Focused sniper eye
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| All senses raw
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| My heart on a skillet
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| Pickled brain in a fat jar
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| Dressed in funeral black
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| Roses on a stone
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| Here I come to die
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| And I die alone
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| Here I feel so welcome
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| Here I am at peace
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| Here I’ll come to die
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| Here I’ll be released
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| You keep digging me down
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| And I keep crawling up and out
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| Keep crawling, crawling up and out
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| Toward the light illuminating
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| Calling my name in my mother’s voice
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| Telling me to keep crawling
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| Toward the light that will lead me back home
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| Solitary confinement
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| If only in my head
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| Tranquility revoked
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| Peace of mind left dead
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| You are motivated
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| Compelled by artificial means
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| No feeling no beliefs
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| Just an overwhelming desire to end me
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| Dressed in funeral black
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| Roses on a stone
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| Here I come to die
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| And I die alone
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| Here I feel so welcome
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| Here I am at peace
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| Here I’ll come to die
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| Here I’ll be released
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| I keep crawling out through the dirt
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| Up to the pale light of this starry night
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| As you shower me in earth
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| I advance toward rebirth
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| Accustomed to chaos
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| Relentless in nature with fate carved in my skin
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| I feel the slow change consuming me from out and within
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| Couldn’t move far enough away
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| Couldn’t move far enough away |