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 
cause in the waking hour  [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 I hide 
emptiness depriving dream 
cause [bad word] everything around me endlessly.