Living six feet under Rolling round the corner I am fully thoughtless Even thou i'm trying Hope I've make some sense in my head But I can't
Crowd is moving slowly To final destination everyday is a cliche in front of yellow lighting hope i can escape into my head but i can't
My mind is empty Eyes are blind And no more sound I hear
My body simply Moving through The tunnel That built on the bones The tunnel That scares me a lot The tunnel Witch have no end With people I've never met