Your mind lingers on,
though your heart and soul are gone
You can’t call it alive
All the times that we’ve died
The bumps on your skin is my darkness rushing in
I’d whisper «amen» just to feel alive again
I believed that we’d never die
That we could hide in the blink of the eye
But then my world, it would end one night
Couldn’t have saved me if you’d tried
I’m a dim, black wraith,
I dig my own grave
It’s a hunger, a need, a necessity, a greed
I can never be appeased, it’s a sad, incessant tease
I’d whisper «amen» just to feel alive again
All I have, all that’s left that’s mine,
is a faint, vague residue of life
The dark, it shines as it travels up my spine
like a harbinger of night
Oh how I’d love to be alive
How I’d love to be alive