Morning It Comes, And I Don't Rise To Greet The Day

I Sit Staring At These Walls That Imprison Me

So Many Cracks Along This Brittle Shell

So Many Times I've Walked The Edge Of Sanity

A Deepening Paranoia, Hearing Footsteps In The Wind

As My Eyes Try To Adjust To Seeing Visions In The Eclipse

Night It Comes And It Doesn't Ease The Pain

Shadows Dance On These Walls That Imprison Me

Stare Through These Eyes, The Eyes Of A Stranger

Am I Lost Forever, In A World Of Pain?