• NO MATTER WHAT I DO NOT MATTER WHAT I TRY
    I ALWAYS SEEM TO MAKE SOME ONE CRY

    WAS BORN WITH THESE DARK HORNS
    TO GIVE EVERYONE PAIN
    INSIDE THIS BLOODY RAIN

    THE SKY ARE FILLED WITH ASH
    AND IT MAKES ME ILL
    OVER ALL THIS BLOOD I SPILLED

    WAITING FOR THESE DARK DAYS TO END
    I WAIT IN SLIENCE IN MY BED
    UNTILL THE DAY I AM DEAD

    NO ONE TRYS TO SHINE A LIGHT
    AND HELP MY WITH MY FRIGHT

    THEY RATHER ALL SEE ME DROWN
    DEEP IN THE GROUND

    SO I WILL SINK INTO THE DARK
    AND HOPE I LIVE ON IN SOMEONES HEART