its cold and gray a dream lived day to day, where the mind is confiened and held in place a prisoner plotting its escape, bound by chains, burned in hells flames, the sweat leaves your body at such a fast pace and your heart starts to race. i can hear you screaming "oh please god oh please god dont leave, i was a good son, i never lead you on, i opened up my heart and now the pain starts and your so far." "WHY WOULD YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME!! LEAVE ME ALL ALONE, AND NOW MY NAME IS SET IN STONE, I WAS YOUR SON YOUR ONLY ONE I DIED BY THEM FOR THEM AND HERE COMES THE PAIN AGAIN" you wipe your face, your back in this place, fire and brimestone all around, nothing is making a sound, eight days you must live just rise again.