The dark cold stones of others who died.
Amid the ruins she cried...

There's a Dark Horse in the blackened night.
during the day though it fades into the light...

Who are you?
No one...

Gain is my refrain.
The story of my pain...

The power of life is strong.
Long, but short...

It's in the air.
It's there...

Life is cruel.
It is lifted as though you are a mule...

My own devices, The further the monster slices.
Due to my own vices I live like all the others...

I am hurt.
Simple to say...

I open my eyes.
I touch your face...

You stood there and stood over me The lone...
They heard of the tragedy but everything is...

I look in myself,
A heart with no heat...