When life gives you lemons
You make lemonade
But taste sour it will
If you don't have the sugar.

He'll wield his arms and dwell
Over the bodies of his brethren
Until his breath runs out
Oh he'll, he'll build hell.

Those half-meant words with strings
Attached to a world so bright
The blinding blaze broke
The binds I had with earth.

World turned upside-down, it seemed
Now the sky attainable, eyes cloudy
Surfing towards the sun
To be burned down to earth, again.

Back to being normal, it seemed
Yet five feet down below the ground
Mouths above whispering to be brave
Even when I had dug my own grave.

Lying on the tear-soaked bed
My eyes gave in and closed
On a world I never left
Amongst the graveyard of promises.