• Laying in this alley way
    spitting up the blood
    Trying not to loose myself
    in a god forsaken flood

    My past is what surrounds me
    My future is cold at best
    I try to fight the skeletons
    in my memories to repress

    The tempurature is dropping
    Death, my heart caress
    He threatens me with absent eyes
    My sins I must confess

    Laying in this alley way
    no more blood to pour
    I find myself now fast asleep
    carried through deaths door.