Everything makes me think of things

I thought I wouldn't have to sing again

You're the dread of my dreams

The desperation of my despair

Your presence is my pathos

Suffering is your perpetual perplexity

May we talk about me now?

You dug out my soul

Made a grave for my heart

That I visit sometimes

With long forlorn vacant stares

I'm lost and confused

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Trying to tell myself what I shouldn't

But it never works out

Haunted by ghosts of your presence

My nights are filled with terror

Because there were no bounds to keep you

There was no shame to restrain you

So here I stand, over my grave

Wishing there was something left to save

Lyrics by: Orion Bauwens