What do you do when walking through the think and blinding mist? And what if the last missing piece of the puzzle doesn't even exist? Say, how will you then escape the ever-spiralling maze? And how will you rise above the darkness hidden in all the days? Where will you be when demons come and rip you off to shreds? And what will then your mother say, who Fed you from her breast? A million words will take your place, out of the mouths of friends And you will not be there, my friend When all your misery ends
It's tough, man. There is a certain darkness you must crawl out of. A certain hell. It all gets to be a bit too much sometimes. Way too much.