I have to be your wrong answer we loathe this night it's not what it's supposed to be,a better tie to burn the cold is in my heart created a better me will you accept despise you - why you loathe me, i've become regrets why - you loathe me, i focus on all the pain i can't begin to feed - endlessly ive got a better dream without you being apart of me i force a broken reclaim upon my hands, the blood of a saint i set myself free from this and all disease the winter will take you away Low - Below - the ground - you'll find me Under grave snow, on my head stone Low Below The ground you'll find me