Lyrics: Thomas Stokes
Music: Thomas Stokes
I've been buried three long days now, try to call for help.
Pitch black sorrows welcome solace, some would call this hell.
Fraud, respite from daily troubles, death would come quite well.
Man's mistake would my soul swallow, now this is my hell.
Famous ghosts will wander freely, haunting on the run.
Most lay here in coffins hollow, blind from everyone
I am blind from everyone
I am blind from everyone
I am blind from everyone
now my hell has just begun
I am blind from everyone