• here i am again in my corner thinking whats this weight on my shoulders
    then the noise comes in like a violin,listen to those words as they fly trough one ear and out the other
    i walk to the back of my house to the living room its so dark its like a dead room
    then i see it sitting there like its my past,my future,and whats inside me
    listen to the dark voices coming from the beautiful static
    (dark church chorus)
    well there i am then i fall in the dark parts of purgatory
    the weight has been lifted but my shoulders still hurt.