A lonely night Siting by a fire Looking into the dark abyss That is my soul. To figure what my purpose, If there is a purpose To what they call life.
A peace that is quiet, Maybe to quiet. Is starting to call me from my thoughts. A spell maybe cast to help my troubled soul. But who, I wonder do I say my thanks For if left to ponder My many thoughts on the matter I believe I would never hit a bottum.
Instead of a bottum I found more questions then answers More beginnings then ends So this must mean I have gone mad For my thoughts have lead me here To my padded room
Will anyone ever come to me And help me figure things out Or explain to me why things are the way they are. Or will they leave me where I lay Locked in a padded room Foaming from the mouth With insanity already knocking at the door.
Maybe the gods will have fortune on me And release me from this planet That has hit rock bottum That is falling to pieces This is hell.
A hell i want to escape I want to be where the gods live. Where I have no worries about what my life means For I will know what my purpose here is To help others that have come to where I am. An Insane Assylem On a unseemingly deserted vast wasteland.