As I walk through the valley of death,
I fear no evil, for my mind is dead.

Dead to the world as my life goes,
Walking in nothing where no wind blows.

Where people are made of delusions,
and where sound is made of silence.

The only thing to see is the pain in me.
With the only thing to eat is the pity of three.        
me, myself and I

Where the sky is dark red without any light.
The moon is an illusion with symptoms of fright.

With eyes white as snow, with skin so pale.
Black as the night is how my soul prevails.

With burning dirt of fire.
With dust that burns.

Were my skin crawls with leech's that boil.
And a spirit with nothing, a spirit that's spoiled.

These feelings I get, makes me think I'm in hell

Is this my life or is this a dream.
Someone please wake me before I scream.