This time the cut is too deep
Watching blood begin to seep...

Although the road may seem cold and dark
Your life it may be filled with pain...

Hide behind the flowers, lost in the thorns
Under the leaves, beneath the heavens so high...

Stalk around behind someone who you think is...
Taunting, laughing, getting inside their head...

A funny little creature came and talked to me...
No matter how much I jumped upon it, it would not...

Tightropes laced across the valley of massacre
Coaxing minotaurs guarding the entrance to misery...

The streets are paved with mournful souls
Voids of darkness emanate from blackened holes...

Right now everything seems dark and cold to you
With no possible path to help you get through...

I was walking along the motorway late last night
When an emo kid came up starting a fight...

Today, another long day in a forgotten week
The hours trickle by like a gentle stream...

A bit of fun, that\'s all, each of you say
Something to bring light to a dull school day...

I hear it, that precious sound, floating to mine...
Like a sparrow caught upon the morning breeze...