I keep staring into the great divide assuming something will pull me out. There’s a hole inside my soul
It cries out for something more
I keep sinking deeper and deeper down
It’s ripping me apart

Piece by piece. Into oblivion
Sometimes DEAD is better
Sometimes DEAD is better

I keep staring into the great divorce assuming wisdom would fix it all. Someone please grab my hand. I cry out for help once more

Darkness gazing into my blackened eyes. Somеone please grab my hand. I cry out for hеlp once more
Reaching out for you. Someone grab my hand
Sink into the deep abyss. Losing life. Never seeing light again

I keep looking at the sky for relief that isn’t coming
Unfamiliar with the moon that shines
I keep looking at the sky for relief that isn’t coming
The stars look strange tonight