Take a breath and be on your way.
You hated to say you've given this away.
Your fear grows strong and your soul dies too.
Now all that's left is an image of you.
They laugh and taunt your every pain.
You look at them and take the blame.
Why do you feel so lonely so cold?
The fact that you have lost your soul?
Well never mind this day and this grave,
back to your hell and break all that remains.