Alone I walk through the gardens of truth A twisted path where black water rules I follow the light but still in the abyss I crawl Reaching out for hands to help me with my fall Soothing light suicide x2 Licking traces of borrowed light Slowly sinking in the abyssal walls A luminous flux is marching forth Leaving me crumbs to help the crawl Drifting minds of the darkest kind Soul-o-tron narcotics set for fledgling minds Hell whispers softly and she makes me yearn While heaven beats me bluntly to purify my shell And on I march Falling, struggling, walking, yearning The white light blinds me all I wished for are a load of lies Believe, believe, believe you can be saved