6 feet under,even I'm breathing
With your memories to long,
In midst of death in this hell
Haven is where my dreams belong

Emptiness of light in my eyes
I can see clearly the twilight
Beneath the earth,my body lives
Dark death,what my soul writes

I can feel the creep of dark
Feel the hallow of solitude,
My organs are melting in soil
In the cemetery of Westwood

My foots are so numb
And my hands left my grip
Bullet holes in my chest
But now I can't even shriek

But the dark is lovely
So lovely to love,
My soul is being fade
With the song of white dove.