Look to the sky.
I try not to deny where we lye.
Do we have a home six feet under?
God save us all from ourselves.
It's too late, we've let you down.
Digging a hole six feet under in isolation.
Come down children of fear.
Tell me, is there something after death?
Tell me, do I still have time left?
Without life I am removed.
Sink into the grave.
Bury me.
What am I searching for?
Am I numbered with the dead?
Thoughts of darkness fill, they fill my head.
Dreamer come back to reality.
Dreamer wake up from your fear.
What if there's something I can change.
Can I see it?
My souls turning into a shadow darkened by questions of 
my departure.
Is there light inside the life of death we find?
What happens when I close my eyes?
Will I be eliminated in darkness?
We're unattached, eliminated in darkness.