Particularly grim so
It cripples me and holds me close
But I don't want to be close
I want to stay awayWith cracks and holes as big as stone
It's easy to get lose in the crevices of evil
But it's damaging and leaves you small
Like one part of a wholeSickening and bleak as a cemetery
It makes you feel like death is the answer
But death is the question
And there is no answer to findSo then why does the sun rise every day
To see the pain and misery you keep away?