• The memories are like skeletons of what the world used to be
    the reality feels like a ghost. Paper thin and hard to see.
    No matter what the future holds
    The tar pit will grow and everyone
    everything that I know will sink in

    Is there no hope for me now?
    Is this the monster I have become?
    I can't remember who they were then
    To see what they are now
    It all seems like the sickest joke
    From the thickest black dream

    Will someone say a prayer for me tonight?
    Because another one has gone by and I
    I really don't think I can make it