Shadow cry
As I think of my life
I think of the pry
I attract...

All the broken souls
I come across crying
Out loud but people can't hear
Its like the old wife
Called death calling all of them
By names

One by one
They're answering the call of suicide
Foolish we call them little we know that
They cried for help and we were deaf
Buh we could hear the blasting music

Life tormented and tortured them
Into lifeless creatures
how else would a super
sensitive person survive in this harsh world