Dark the days begin to grow
With nothing more to show
sense I’ve lost my grip on all I know
Where I hide begs me to stay
This temple’s in decay
What more to see?
The tomb calls to me

When alone I know my place
All suffering erased
I turned my back on every chance I waste
When belief is stripped away
Only fear remains
What more to see?
The tomb calls to me
It screams for me

Where will I go twisted in need
Deep is the thorn that poisons me
Voices remain honest and clear
Freedom they whisper as sorrow nears

Imprisoned in a cage I cannot feel
Elusive is the change I need to heal
Shadows gather round
Bringing misery unbound
And an offering of more beyond the mortal sound
 [bad word] against what drags me down
Another day is swallowed by the ground
Looking past the pain
In the moment I remain
Should I answer when the tomb is calling out my name

Where will I go twisted in need
Deep is the thorn that poisons me
Voices remain honest and clear
Freedom they whisper as sorrows nears