Sometimes I wonder to the back of my skull. Where there’s fields of fire and every shadow's still chasing me home. I whisper softly to myself to just forget these dreams. I'm laying dormant barely breathing under endless sleep. The faint reflections of myself I’m calmly staring back. Into the void of clouds dressed in black. Mind locked from the inside, my vacant soul. Open the night and swallow me whole, swallow me whole.

'Cause in the waking hours. [bad word] everything around me. At the edge of existence beyond secluded streets, holding face value over my empty grace. I'm still reaching out, holding on to my own I pull my collar up and stroll into the dark, sanity doesn't seem so far from here. Solitude is so lonely in this crowded room, cold shoulders at night will make you winters own. I'm afraid I can't turn back time and scared to show the wounds that I hide. Emptiness has deprived my dreams 'cause [bad word] everything around me, around me. [bad word] everything, endlessly.