I’ve fallen, lower than the depths of misery I wallow in the sorrow of my own afflictions Resentment my only release
Lost in a corridor of trees and all while the world is at sleep An abundance of atrocities through a cascade Of my broken dreams Now hear my soliloquy, it’s a sombre tale of my dismay Of how the last tear was cried for romance
Shall the flowers bloom when the earth collides with the sun And all the fruits of once barren land flourish with splendor
Lost in a corridor of trees and all while the world is at sleep An abundance of atrocities through a cascade Of my broken dreams Now hear my soliloquy, it’s a sombre tale of my dismay Of how the last tear was cried for romance