Well you could sit there in the dark,
curl up with nothing but a knife
cutting through your back with a mark.
Waiting for the wound to end your life.

So you wait for a stormy day
to wash off all your pain.
In these graves are where you lay.
You've got caught up in all these chains.

So here is where you've been waiting
for the world to just stop spinning.
Here is where you've been hating.
Death around the corner, grinning.

Can you hear the silence?
Can you see their sneers?
Here is where you lost your balance,
here is where you found your fears.