caught in a mist
amidst a sea of smoke
i think im living in the past
all i see are ghosts
cried for help
all i got was echoes
didnt choose this life
but ill choose when to go

every days the same
under different names
just like hurricanes 
drowning out my brain

all black from the bottom to the top
inside and out whatever grows got to rot
bought enough time to rehearse a couple lines
step back dont bother me
im watching life pass by

oh i sit alone on this throne
made from skeletons
i am stuck in this flesh 
in a mesh made out of stones
six feet aint deep with a mind like mine
how can you see the edge in the darkest night?

g.g