Now I lay me down to sleep,
Closed eyes can’t see, stone heart can't bleed; 
Tell me through these fever dreams, 
What to believe, what suffering means.

Did I do it to myself?
Should I shift blame to someone else? 
Should I live like I am "free",
No Light to see, no mind to grieve?

[i]I can't pretend, no, I can't breathe,
If the Void's my sole reprieve.
Beyond the door, there must be more -
Exactly what I'm looking for.[/i]

...Where there's a will, there’s a Way
That I must walk until my grave.
No guilt, no shame, no fantasy,
Eyes open, rising to my knees