The darker your mind, the brighter the stars in your eyes
With burning regrets I stare into that endless night
The tongue slithers in lies
I can't see how this can be made right
Grief is the price we all pay for devotion
The prospects seems humiliating and unfair
Countless teardrops lost in the ocean
I'll break my back before I say I can't bare, it ain't fair...
And can't be right. Is there no light?
Living graves for the weak and deceased
A tomb of flesh enacted for murdered beasts
An ever growing wound of what seems a bottomless depth
Absence of dignity but not of death
Can you see where the light in darkness lies
Your light grows dark by the losing of my eyes