I'm stranded, wandering, can't hear what you say.
These feelings become too familiar, they're all I've known.
Please, help me keep these terrible thoughts at bay,
I'm slowly realizing, I'm only reaping all that I've sewn.
This abyss, endless, dark, and full of terror,
Is sadly, slowly, becoming my rightful home.
You have any burdens? Pass them to me, I'll be the bearer,
Nothing would be more wicked than this place I roam.
These feelings become too familiar, they're all I've known.
Please, help me keep these terrible thoughts at bay,
I'm slowly realizing, I'm only reaping all that I've sewn.
This abyss, endless, dark, and full of terror,
Is sadly, slowly, becoming my rightful home.
You have any burdens? Pass them to me, I'll be the bearer,
Nothing would be more wicked than this place I roam.
