How cold summer can be
When death turns into eternity
When the sun is blanketed by night
and there is no light
No more sleeping to the sound of a heart beat
Or the feeling of moss under your feet
Just the rocky land and the rocky stares
You can kill yourself, and nobody cares
Words of hate flow aronud your head
And your'e friends with those who are dead
Pale faces and vacant black eyes
No more truth, just ears full of lies
Forget about the sunset, just look at the grey
On the horizon, waiting forever for a new day