I...

I...

I...

I'm

stuck

in

the

Life

I

was

sure

I

left

be-

hind.

A

Place

so

hol-

low,

there's

noth-

ing

left

to

find.

A

Per-

fect

Fai-

lure,

A

flaw-

less

Im-

per-

fec-

tion.

Just

A

fad-

ing

Sha-

dow

on

the

Path

to

my

Ex-

tinc-

tion.

I've

been

down

Roads

where

few

will

e-

ver

go.

I've

seen

the

Dirt

where

all

our

Sec-

rets

grow.

From

the

Depths

of

A

Life

re-

lent-

less.

I'll

stay

here

down

be-

low.

Down

Be-

low!

Be-

cause

Time

will

not

heal

me!

Time

will

not

heal

me!

A

Self-

ap-

poin-

ted

Sa-

vior,

u-

na-

ble

to

cure

My-

self.

Here

I

Am,

in

my

Hand

A

Tool

of

Death.

My

Rite

be-

gins

when

e-

very-

thing

else

has

en-

ded.

To

rid

the

World

of

A

Life

so

re-

dun-

dant

I've

been

down

Roads

where

few

will

e-

ver

go.

I've

seen

the

Dirt

where

all

our

Sec-

rets

grow.

From

the

Depths

of

A

Life

re-

lent-

less.

I'll

stay

here

down

be-

low.

Be-

cause

Time

will

not

heal

me!

Time

will

not

heal

me!