It's dark and cold here in this place I live.
People are cruel and rude.
There is only one escape from this soul destroying place.
It's through the forest of sad songs, and ballads.
I'm sorry, but no one has ever made it through.
You hear the cries at the entrance,
of the poor souls that just wanted to be free.
Their tears create the river that runs across the deserted city.
I myself have never tried to make it to the end.
It would eat me alive, cause those sad songs are not pretend.
They tell of lost loves, and lives that weren't well spent.
They play tunes so sad your knees feel weak and you fall on your hands.
Each tear you shed is another of a thousand and a thousand more to come.
Come along and I'll show you what I mean,
But beware I did not sugar coat anything.
