Empty spaces, an astral journey to far away places, Cutting through the many black holes, Souls growing more old and increasingly cold,
Dancing boldly between heaven and hell, with their individual souls to sell, Lost within a purgatory of deep thoughts and fading memories, Most just too blind to see,
People in fear, shedding icicle tears, Frozen hearts looking to depart, Not willing to do what it takes to make a brand new start,
The thunder and lighting enveloping the night sky, most unable to fly, Many are being left behind within their personal tomb, Mired within an existence of solitary gloom and perpetual doom...
