I'm hangin around, the dead old crowd, tryin

not to step on what remains below me.

I look around; end up staring at the ground cause,

no ones left to hold me.

Images...Can be deceiving, oh

I learned that when I was young, oh

But can't that person change, one and only, or

are they...The same till their done? Oh

I'm standin in the dead,

there is no life, there is no sound, oh

I'll I see, is what I will be...Eventually

A sitting dagger, on the ground.

There is no....

sound