2 'o clock, the basement doom shift
Afternoon and you dig in the black [bad word]  turned off the lightswitch
Collector of grief, full scale deathwish

Everyday, a grey and sad day
I dip my love in soul pain
And still looking for things to detest
Beware of the love that you'll regret

And I'm sitting here with my arms around me, arms around me
I'm a bit surprised that you haven't found me

On top of mount failure, damned and ignored
I nurse the depressions... I know what I've lost
Anti-social process, with razors in the closet
On a suicidal mission, whatever the cost

The Lord of grief... there's no relief
The Lord of grief...

Man of shadows
The clouds bear your name
And your thought fade to grey...
With the days
In shadow 
The dark is the same 
But it's a whole different day for the
Man of shadows...