Wake up at 0545.
Get outta bed...

The moon hovers over the land, being the ever...
Being a witness to a number of impossible...

Six feet under
whispers flow through the dirt and roots...

When I'm lonely, I cry myself to sleep.
When I'm lonely I try to think of something sweet...

Born to rebel, and liberate.
Born to raise hell and havoc...

My world is crumbling down into the abyss.
With no one to miss me, care for me, with no one...