Dark are the skies lit by the neon lights;
I walk on the street in embrace of the wind.
Fear, that gnaws me in its jaws;
I bury my head in my hands from the world.
And the voice in my head won't leave me alone...
Black are the walls that imprison my soul;
Darkness surrounds me in the cloak of the night.
Down, deep inside I say a prayer for my soul;
My phobias ruling the life I once had.
And the voice in my head questions my faith...
All that I need from thee to be free...
Lower me down in my grave;
And bid me farewell.
Lower me down in my grave;
With the flowers I'll wither away.
Lower me down;
Down in my grave...
Alone in the dark, in the silence of the night;
Long is the road to the lights of the day.
I close my eyes in the frozen ground;
I see my old self in the cold soothing soil.
And the voice in my head silenced by faith...
All that I need from thee to be free...
Lower me down in my grave;
And bid me farewell.
Lower me down in my grave;
With the flowers I'll wither away.
Lower me down;
Down in my grave...
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