In the shadows,
behind a tree...

Painful release,
a power which...

You look in to my eyes and cry,
why do people have to die...

See what you have become,
strange and unaware...

This is the last time I can see the truth,
this is the last time I can think about you...

Air,
keeps me awake...

I know it's hard to keep it down,
when it grows inside, making a horrible sound...

Angels will sing of this tragedy,
of how I messed it up...

Tell your dad,
that things are not that bad...

I've been sleeping in the mud,
never been asking for too much...

Snow and confusion in the air,
a harsh reality...

I hold my breath under water,
as I swim along the banks of sand...