Awake at night,
I can't sleep,  because there's no dreams in my mind,
Motivation is tough to find,
I ponder if I should quit and start a nine to five.

It's a future I dread,
I'd be better of dead,
That's the echo of the demons in my head,
This is what happens when people say that they love you,  but they've never really cared.

I'm losing sight,
Cloaked in darkness,
But I heard a voice, from a glimmer of light,
Saying,"Son come follow me, and my blood will cleanse you from all the pain, and my light will dwell in you, to show you, you're not heartless".