Lying in bedWith a gun to my headI am slumberlessMemories seep into fathoms of deepDisillusionmentPillow of redFutile thoughts never saidIt's all goneTake it awayThis sadnessAnd painHeart grown coldThrough tales of oldFuneral feastBringing violent beastsTo the parlor floorFortune and fameWill not be quite the sameIt's an open doorNothing to giveNothing to getMake it stopDid you hear herPull the triggerNever knowingBlood was flowingDown, down, down, downPoetry pageShowing nothingnessAnd rageDeath is my homeWhere I shall roam