Cold hands across my neck
Choking on lies you've repeated...

Alone. I lay far beneath the earth.
Craving a glimpse of a shimmering light, a glow...

Sitting in the dark is not my cup of tea.
Trying to live life with the past where it is...

Hand in hand we walk alone
to our special place down by the lake...

Taking chances, living as me
swallowing pain and beginning to see...

We have no one else but to blame ourselves
Of our sorrows, our distrust, our anger...

A night left to be in someone else's eyes
Car rides to the no where waste land...

Knife left a message this morning
Written across my arms... still bleeding...

The dead, they walk straight towards the gallows
They wait their fate among the rest...

A helpless body mangled in the sand
Forgotten from the world one last time...

Collect the dead souls
So many to count for...

Standing alone and the path
Believing isn't a choice anymore...