The mansion is getting cold The mansion is full so I've been told I still blame myself I still shame myself I think this is the fall I think I've lost it all The mansion is getting cold The mansion is full so I've been told It seems the place that's been prepared for me is locked and I can't find the key Will I let go Will I fall below Will I lose my grip Will I rot I just don't know Will I die slow Will I feel sorrow Will I get a spot Will I not I just don't know Spit me out To the sea Wailing wildly So I ask When I meet my death Will I die with bitter breath? I'm losing sight of the promise that's been paid Will I ever escape this mess I've made?