• Walking through tombs of those who have passed,
    maybe with them I could be free at last,
    all of this sorrow sinks on me so fast,
    I just want to get away.
    When the sun comes back up it makes me so sad, thinking about all the problems I've had,
    there is no way to turn me back glad,
    there is no escape.
    This maze of confusion is so beautiful to me,
    I'll say it to the hell that lives inside of thee,
    I adore all of this pain.
    It is what I asked for,
    it is what I do.
    Iam just here because all of you.