One day The dark clouds did circle Though I choose to not look so high As denial was my default
And one day The voice couldn't stop me Anatrophy deep in the mind In the dead of night it wakes me To the blackest room it takes me Just to show how much it hates me
This low The seventh sorrow Oppressing me more with every blow As destiny drowns in the undertow This could be it for me
And one day I stared far beyond you To find I was lost in myself No matter what mask I wore
And one day The cruel light of mourning My days were as bleak as my dreams When I'd suffered one to four The fifth and sixth hurt more As the black dog howls at my door
This low The seventh sorrow Oppressing me more with every blow As destiny drowns in the undertow This could be it for me