| Endless halls | |
| Deep bottomless corridors | |
| Where i have crawled through years of cold dead decay | |
| Reaching for something i could never hold onto | |
| Gripping around something so withering and fragile | |
| I abused myself to a point where nothing was left | |
| My days had become so gray and colorless | |
| Slowly the ashes where sweeping around me | |
| Falling deeper and deeper into dusk | |
| Now i realize my soul was tainted (in disgrace) | |
| So hard a surface, yet so easily broken... | |
| Torn apart by truth and its sickening touch | |
| Words came out but were painfully spoken | |
| I never knew it would hurt so much | |
| So hard a surface, yet so easily broken... |