I walk down this empty road,
With a crucifix upon my back,
Through the lions and the tigers,
Ready for the attack,
The sounds of the drums are beating,
As I walk into the unknown,
Not knowing where I am heading,
And all I want to do is go home,
The vultures circling overhead,
The wolves are at my door,
With the devil snapping at my heels,
Just like it was before,
I try to stay strong,
Even with tears streaming down my face,
I am nowhere on the map,
I am in my dark place,

It has no forgiveness,
It offers only pain,
And it brings you in,
Time and time again,
I scream at the top of my voice,
Someone please help me,
But no one hears my troubles,
The worlds to goddamn busy,
I’ve seen this dark place,
For most of my days,
And all I want,
Is for my troubles to go away,

As I fall deeper and deeper,
Into the bowels of my own personal hell,
I may have to fight every single day,
But this, my story, I tell.