Shadows are following me, the path I once took
This path is so fake, but very silent
The clock ticks for the day I shall walk that road
The never ending, the forgetful. Poison goes down my throat burning me slowly
NO pain can hurt this bad, except the mimes heart
Why do yo speak to me this way, the hurt?
The willow tree besides me, he cries for all the deaths he has seen
You could see all the carving of death. I know that one day I would sign in blood
Just to get rid of my poison
