The demon's hands that are my ribs
Have loosened their grip
And allowed the drum in my heart
To again play its part

The bottomless wells that are my eyes
That once ran dry
Have sprung forth again
But not of pain

The raging maelstrom that was in my mind
That churned with whipping wind
Has quieted and tamed
I can see clearly once again

The decaying ruins that were my bones
Have been renewed as stronger stone
And has brought new spirit
Of which there is no limit

I feel the sadness
Wash over me
Like I was laying on the shore
Too close to the sea

The water is rising higher
Each wave stronger
Completely engulfed in darkness
I am no longer

Stuck in this grave
That I dug for myself
I scratch and claw
I can't get out

Death stands above
I bargain and plea
He only laughs
I got myself here

I fumble and reach
Trying to get a hold
I'm almost at the top
Death knocks me down

No, he says
As he pulls back his scythe
You dug this grave
And this is where you must stay