Why must I feel this way, Paranoid from day to day, About my soul, about my mind, About the years left far behind. Why must I now feel the fear, Of creeping death, so far yet near, Darkness stalking through my door, Reminds me of days that are no more. I am scared of what I cannot see, With the eyes Gods given me: For with these eyes I cannot glean, The giver I have never seen. This mind which is a gift as well, Can ponder heaven, ponder hell, And yet can never understand, The glory of the nail scarred hand. The greatest heros price was paid, But I'm a coward so afraid, That everything I feel is wrong, That I am weak, and fear is strong. Life will fade, and so will I, All things end, and all must die, And that means all that I adore, Will remain in days that are no more.