Pitch Black Mourning

All of these thoughts that come running through my head

They seem to be distorted pictures

Memories of how I first got to this point

Through a blurry polaroid

Days in the wilderness, lost in the emptiness

All my thoughts are clouded by

The pitch black mourning of something long gone

A ghost without a name

A ghost without a name

A ghost without a name

When morning comes it screams so loud

Crackin' up again

Wash the blood and hide the evidence

The sun arise, it burns my eyes

Well, I never thought it would come to this, my dear

Crashed on the way down

My head first into the ground

Bloodstains lead the way home for me

Follow the trail from the ground to the wrist to these pale, anemic eyes

Erase and rewind, throw it all back in time

Tell me, will I still remember you?

And how comes, the last thing I see as I pass out

Is you fading to black

When morning comes it screams so loud

Crackin' up again

Wash the blood and hide the evidence

The sun arise, it burns my eyes

Well, I never thought it would come to this, my dear

When morning comes it screams so loud

Crackin' up again

Wash the blood and hide the evidence

The sun arise, it burns my eyes

Well, I never thought it would come to this

When morning comes it screams so loud

Crackin' up again

Wash the blood and hide the evidence

The sun arise, it burns my eyes

Well, I never thought it would come to this, my dear