As the sun begins to fall
\nI hear a distant, hell-like call
\nNot of terror nor of pain
\nIt’s a sleepless voice, quite insane
\nIt echoes deep within my head
\nSounding not unlike the dead
\nAnd as the moon creeps ‘cross the sky
\nIt asks me if I want to die…<\/p>\n
As the stars shine through the night
\nMy mind feels heavy, my body light
\nFloating toward a land I own
\nFloating past my earthly home
\nThe voice, still distant, seems so clear
\nSomething grips me, something near
\nAnd as the clouds sweep ‘cross the sky
\nIt asks me if I want to die…<\/p>\n
As the sun begins to rise
\nI feel the pain within the cries
\nWeeping for an untamed love
\nDenying that it’s had enough
\nThe sounds vibrate then fade away
\nFor darkness is where they must stay
\nAnd as the light spreads ‘cross the sky
\nI whisper, “I don’t want to die.”<\/p>\n