Still living in better times 
An old home things once loved now only 
Traced in bleak colors whas this 
Serenity only delusion? 
The path is locked 
And the dead keep it 
Must we lose our freedom to learn its value 
Or is that freedom something unkown to us 
A definition with no translation 
Can you know what it is to breath 
Before you are born 
The path is locked 
And the dead keep it 
With this constant fear 
A remaining suffocation sucking down 
To nocturnal oceans blockout this 
Pain to reach new depths 
Until you surface a fathom unkown 
The path is locked 
And the dead keep it