Shades of grey fall and fade
Dreams lost nightmares made...

Not sure of what I hate anymore
Or if I even hate at all...

Gravedigger dig deep
And to soothe my soul...

There’s a madman in my block of flats
He writes obscenities on the wall...

I’m locked in a room
My blood runs cold...

Dear Mr Sandman come to me
Brew me up some royal tea...

I hear the wind still
And it tells of open spaces...

Moon shadows they dance
Upon a young child's face...

Consciousness comes undone
Before the beating of his wings...

Baked from the sun
Choking on the dust...

My friend, my friend
Sit down and rest your bones...

This is it
That moment...