It's been a dark last couple of years and no one can even tell me why
A ghost through the window watching the world end from the inside
Too many complicated ideas of what they think they heard I said
And now I put my words in a song
So they can listen to it when I'm dead
I'm not sure how I got this way and why I let it go for far so long
Running to the light swallowed by the night
So I had to get tough and I had to be strong
I did the best that I could with what I was given from the Reaper's hand
And still I fell so low
And I became only half a man
It's lonely in the world when all you've become is a ghost in the night
The truth I speak is never for the weak, I crave a massacre while on the losing side
You never knew I was just tired, worn, maybe crazy and a little scared
But here I'm writing a song for a funeral
And I'm not even there