Bloodshot eyes awaken from uneasy slumber
Limbs all white and stiff, [bad word] to life
Sheets are drenched in sweat from nightly terrors
Joylessly a new dawn is [bad word] The day is wasted on the rituals without meaning
As night descends the dreams return - 
- To fill my bed again

Bloodshot eyes awaken from a restless slumber
Skin is white and cold, heart barely beats
Escaping slowly from drowsy realms of horror
Reluctant to awake yet terrified to sleep

Weep for me
Weep for what I have done
Cry like the cryers of ancient times

Weep for me
Weep for what I have done
There's no hope in [bad word] it can ever -
- Be undone

Going through the motions
Keep the madness at bay
Blocking all emotions
For fear they'll wash my soul away

Behind me the [bad word] clawing through
The veils of guilt and supression I draped - 
- Around you

My memory is obscured by clouds of time
I ask myself a painful question, would I still - 
- Recognize... my son [bad word] from [bad word] At least in my dreams I [bad word] Hiding from the blackness
That engulfs my room, my bed, my lungs

Behind me the [bad word] clawing through
The years of grief and depression I suffered - 
- For you
My memory, little pieces still remain
I make myself a painful promise - 
- To visit your grave - my son...