Look to the sky. I try not to deny where we lie. Do we have a home six feet under? God save us all from ourselves. It's too late, we've let you down. Digging a hole six feet under in isolation. Come down children of fear. Tell me, do I still have time left? Without life I am removed. Sink into the grave. Bury me. What am I searching for? Am I numbered with the dead? Thoughts of darkness fill, they fill my head. Dreamer come back to reality. Dreamer wake up from your fear. What if there's something I can change. Can I see it? My soul's turning into a shadow darkened by questions of my departure. Is there light inside the life of death we find? What happens when I close my eyes? Will I be eliminated in darkness? We're unattached, eliminated in darkness.