Monday mourning I awake with my head in my hands Its distorting Lie awake everynight in despair And i wonder... ...how it came to this? And i wonder.. ...when i'll break.... Its a sign of weakness you see An earl grey nightmare Calls out to me... Boil everything, boil little boy Boil everything, boil silly boy. I cant live like this anymore I cant see my face anymore Killing myself one grey sip at a time And i lost the path somewhere Lost the road somewhere Im drowning In a cold Dead Grey Ocean.