I do not remember a depression such as this How many clocks has it been since we have last spoken? Forgive me as I pass my soul from one dark evening unto the next How is it that I cannot find a guide, or a light? I am already broken If I never wake up I only pray that my silence will be put to rest Silent overcome and empty Bled out numb and cold Clenched fists red and filthy With nothing left to hold Let those stars fall that shine Let those stars fall and this moment pass away Like 100 tears on your coldest, saddest day With bleeding wrists and dying eyes We should be grateful for pain For it means we have at least one feeling left But such things happen Such things happen Silent... overcome Bled out... numb Silent... overcome Bled out... numb