Scared of the voices stuck inside his head
A horde of the unknown
Yet he calls them friends
They wrote him a dirge
A ballad for the living dead
Hey old friend
It's time to sing the song
She wouldn't love you at your lowest
Come what may come
Just place
The rope
Around
Your throat
In remembrance of sorrow
Tired bones and worn out coat
The thought of giving up
Has married your depression
Fragments of existence went up in smoke
As he stepped into the house
Pitch-black walls burning silently
Soaked with memories so bittersweet
Driven to the point of no return
Curious of the end result
He climbed the chair and
Watched the dance of the shadows
Over there on the brick wall
Reflections on his mind
Of the things that passed him by
Reminders of all wrong decisions
Made in life
In remembrance of sorrow
Tired bones and worn out coat
The thought of giving up
Has married your depression
He thought they were right
This is it
The chance to leave it all behind
He thought they were right
So he jumped
And the voices sang
Love is just a lie you chose to believe
All your dreams
Illusions
...chased for nothing
Love is just a lie you chose to believe
All your dreams
Illusions
