All Alone

No one tells you when to run, no one tells you where to hide No one drags you by the hand while singing a sweet lullaby. No ones there to satisfy your vain attempts to weep and cry No ones there to ease the pain while you just sit and die. For not a soul will guide you by and help you pay this wicked toll You stand alone with supple tones awaiting all your final tomes Purgatory’s ceaseless grind beats Beelzebub’s eerie chimes Time will tell the tepid tide for fate will cane upon your hide. In the end I will abide by where I run and where I hide I’ll pull myself with steady hand and sing myself a final chant I’ll bawl these wicked blues away until I reach my final day I’ll brave on through these vile aches until I put in all my stakes