Lyrics:
Werth-WilliamsCrossed by your own kindYou're lost but you don't findGrope through the dark blindlySearch and you hope find theFriends that you don't needTheir trends make your mind bleedTheir ways can't be your waysTheir days will be short daysLife is a bad timeUsing your mind wrongDreams are for night timeLeaving your days longDrowned in your own HellYou turned to the Big SpellYou found that you soon fellAnd pounds in your hands welcomedFriends that you don't needTheir trends make your mind bleedTheir ways can't be your waysTheir days will be short daysLife is a bad timeUsing your mind wrongDreams are for night timeLeaving your days long