Woorden: Love Equals Death. The Prelude. Frantic.

These walls are closing in
And my lungs won't let me scream
It's getting darker
Than i've ever seen
Am I trapped inside a dream

These shadows came rollin' in
As I laid myself to sleep
I felt a burning cold
Race inside of me
I felt the cold of the deceased

I'm feeling frantic
And i can't see the day
I feeling cold beneath this cold hard clay
I feeling frantic
And I can't reach the stars
My life is over and it's all your fault