The sounds echoing in the bedroom
like candles in a dark place...

I feel dead inside still I am alive
I lost my ways of being me...

Cold and hollow outside
It's truely a cruel night...

What would have happend
If I wasn't born...

Sing me a song
Not short not long...

The sound of shackles in the train
I know it sounds insane...

Bloody warm lips
You will learn what it seeks...

Dreams too good to be Dreams
Dreams like a rainforest in the deepest...

It could be us
Happily...

Imaginary whips
Imaginary lashes...

The small prison in my mind
with windows with bars to the outside...

Seven depth's of hell
I belong to the deepest lowest...