The Day I Died isn't much of a story
Another day into the world of sin
Crumble, crinkle, crackle - cry
My patience running thin, and heart racing fast
I walked fast on my own for a place to hide
No where to go
I still hear the weeping of my sorrows
Fear is displaced all around us
Little we guess who'll be next to
Diddling, daddling, doddling - die
It was me! It was me! The black demise of fate!
This was my destiny and future!
To be alone and rest at peace under a bed of red roses
We're only placed here to suffer
Oh I heard the whispering voices again
Greedy, greedy, greedy! - they are I say!
Emerging, spiraling, fixated- fear!
Taking over, they were taking over
Alone I was, alone I'll remain
My soul bounds restlessly for centuries the things I went without
Possessed by the psycological curse
