• Unmarked tombstones dig deep into my skin;
    A badge of honor to disprove;
    This is who I am.
    Where I came from...
    Where I'm going...
    If you dig deep enough
    You could be just like me.

    Dried tears may not be
    What you thought they mean;
    With the crying, I hide
    Back behind those gates I forever build;
    The lifelong chore...
    If you vaguely understand
    You could be just like me.

    Where's the mercy from this
    Unforgiving chill which grips my instincts?
    Everything I feel has been flipped;
    Turned upside down...
    A discord of paranoia...
    Step through my looking glass
    And you will be just like me.