Everything seems to be in a haze from here
Rain that begins as it turns to nightfall
Better stop by morning

The tapping of the keyboard
Your consciousness crawls towards the fiber optic light
Even if I lost sight and started to cry
It's too late
Misery

What did you learn by closing yourself off?
Dripping deep down into your soul
Your world painted black with heavy oil
Come on out and climb the shining pathway

As if the entire world was covered in sorrow
It surely must be God's will
Damn it, that's no way to think

The tapping of the keyboard
Creator of a virtual world
Even if I begin to realize it's an illusion
It's too late
Misery

What did you gain by closing yourself off?
Dripping deep down into your soul
Your world painted black with heavy oil
Come on out and climb the shining pathway
The eastern skies glow
Still embracing the darkness
Days I resented the approach of morning
The eastern skies glow
The wound is still open
But I will still go forth
What awaits me?
Who will I meet?

Hello