He looked up to the sky and he screamed " Where's my fucking miracle if you're really a King?!" He takes a breath at the edge of the sea, pleaded for his life to matter more, waiting for an answer on a cure, begging for the surge to wash up on the shore. Don't wake me, break me out of this crypt that I dug. I'm waiting, praying when will enough be enough? Will I ever find peace in this place? A house of the damned is my only escape. What's this grace and why can't I believe there's purpose in this process that only you can see? Don't wake me, break me out of this crypt that I dug. I'm waiting, praying when will enough be enough?