• I slip in after closing doors
    The paths that hold no hope for me
    I chase after fading shadows
    The clouds I hope to hold me high

    But all of those clouds are water
    No tears can keep me standing
    What path can I now follow
    Where are those bread crumbs I left behind

    Perhaps the crows are feeding early
    May that explain why the ground is dry
    And the path is lost
    Leaving me on paths of ash

    For what am I dying slowly
    How am I fighting without a blade
    Perhaps Oblivion holds my answers
    And my sanguine heart

    Smudge my lines and blur fate
    Keep the greys between the black
    The shadows between the black
    The lights that keep my mind

    I slip after lost love
    Stumbling over deceptions and shadows
    I close in on absolution
    Caught only by my own Judas

    Is it that I deserve them
    The judgements that I so reject
    I am the middle of the fifth circle
    But where is my punishment

    Where is the evil that God created
    In the absence of warmth
    In the absence of light
    In the absence of Jehovah