Lyrics:

Werth-Williams

Crossed by your own kind
You're lost but you don't find
Grope through the dark blindly
Search and you hope find the

Friends that you don't need
Their trends make your mind bleed
Their ways can't be your ways
Their days will be short days

Life is a bad time
Using your mind wrong
Dreams are for night time
Leaving your days long

Drowned in your own Hell
You turned to the Big Spell
You found that you soon fell
And pounds in your hands welcomed

Friends that you don't need
Their trends make your mind bleed
Their ways can't be your ways
Their days will be short days

Life is a bad time
Using your mind wrong
Dreams are for night time
Leaving your days long