These familiar old red bricks,

Walls that like to suffocate,

That old morgue that calls me,

dreaming, always dreaming,

Reality feels so far away,

I'm missing you,

But you're not even here,

I'm hunting for a soul

that was carried off by the wind.

I'm screaming inside,

Its like death but even...

Stronger.

This cold emotion just

washes over me,

It's like a wave,

and my mind is slowly

drowning.