All bottled up.
Deep, deep down...
The blade is to my wrist
And blood is gonna flow...
And to be sure when night called her
And madness screamed her name...
Lying here in this dead memory,
A lost ocean waiting to be awoken...
In the dark, silent...he feels so...
He crawls on the hard ground as he search\\\'s for...
I'm drawing a blank
As to where I now head...
Inside the mind are webs of pain that traps you...
They follow you through all you do and right into...
All of the pain
That I'm feeling inside...
She is me,
and yet she is not...
Where now falls the silver the saved us?
Where now sleeps the passion we rose with...
Night, pitch, black, forest
Sitting in a lonely forest...
Everyone is losing there cool around me
They think that they are not meant to be here...