I feel the need to write about death, as if I know what it's like I'm trying to speak, but they've turned off my mic Trying to listen, but it's all in vain I'm feeling like I can hear darkness I'm looking for hope but the world is spark-less
I'm living in the land of the dead All these mysteries I'm trying to solve in my head So dark, I can't see the road ahead I'm sleeping in, so I guess it's the bed that I made Weeping over words never said Seeking a refund for a price I never paid
I'm confused So messed up, my mind is abused Screwed up, my soul misused I'm misguided Dug up a grave, now I'm hiding inside it They're searching for me,
Nemo won't find it I heard the truth and chose to confine it
Come find it Maybe by chance, I might be inside it I might be lost; I don't think I mind it Lies cause division, so I'm here to bind it And find you.
You thought I was missing, until the seeker found you.
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