Are you on drugs? They ask me.
Have you been getting pissed...

It’s hard to say, that should have been me.
While still very much alive...

So many nights are wasted
As I drink myself to sleep...

They call me the shadow,
Because I hide behind...

Sometimes death whispers in our ears
Or chills our mortal soul...

I remember
A time when the sun was dependable...

What is with the people in this world?
Who could really do that to a child...

Light a candle, save a soul
Rebuild my heart, cover up the hole...

They took away our right to question,
Removed our right to speak...

I guess the rain is dampening
For the spirits of those who are free...

They called me a monster
They said that I was damned...

Cold dead body
Brought to the morgue tonight...