alone I walk through the gardens of truth
a twisted path where black water rules
I follow the light but still in the abyss I crawl

reaching out for hands to help me with my fall

soothing light suicide x2


licking traces of borrowed light
slowly sinking in the abyssal walls

a luminous flux is marching forth
leaving me crumbs to help the crawl


drifting minds of the darkest kind
soul-o-tron narcotics set for fledgling minds
hell whispers softly and she makes me yearn

while heaven beats me bluntly to purify my shell

and on I march


falling, struggling, walking, yearning


the white light blinds me all I wished for are a load of lies

believe, believe, believe you can be saved