I'd like to think that every verse i write
exorcises a demon from my dark withins
That a handful of confusion
can be erased from Babylon
with each drop of black ink
but i know fate doesn't work like that
And if only you could feed the crows
with memories
and rip away those parts of being you don't like
as pages from a book
Just when i thought i couldn't sink any further
the moment i thought i was back from the edge
That the storm had passed
Just when i thought that pain could not go deeper
I stared into the rain
Slowly going mad
I wake up to see my grave
Getting closer everyday
And i rise, and my eyes
Cannot seem to find the way
Just like the leprous conceals his hideous sores
to avoid being stoned to death
I'm sick of this life
i'm tired of living
Just when i thought i couldn't sink any further
the moment i thought i was back from the edge
That the storm had passed
Just when i thought that pain could not go deeper
I stared into the rain
Slowly going mad
