I lay in the darkest room,
The door is locked, at chains I grasp...
The chill runs through my bones
In panic I grief. Oh please help me die...

The walls close in on my existence
Unreal illusions re-appear
Darkness increases still...

Frozen illusion
I lay in the darkest room
As images appear once more...

The chill runs through my bones
My body is stiff as my soul departs the earth.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): GREGORY JOHN MACKINTOSH, NICHOLAS JOHN HOLMES