I've sustained with a great assault
I've held my head towards the burning sun...

Since i can remember
the darkness scared me...

Quicksand concrete sidewalks
If you're thinking it's impossible...

What happened to the poets
Are they off drinking again...

I've wondered down the empty street
Just to see my empty dreams...

Laying in an empty grave
above your head the tombstone reads...

There was a ghost on a stage
He danced and he swayed...

The cold wind sends a dead shiver down my spine
The concrete grounds get harder over time...

The sky looks a little lonely tonight,
If there is anything we could do to make it feel...

The darkest of dreams
Keep haunting my brain...

If I could paint myself black and white
I would just to dream of these beautiful colours...

The purpose of the words dying to be written
Are locked away inside your brain...