Staring down into the depths
Subconscious has taken my life
Breathing this foul and dank air
Eyes cannot penetrate the light
No room to panic or move
I pray my death will come soon
My sorrows are breeding on my fear
The tombs of 1000 lie near,
Soon to diminish am I?
Lying here, minutes from my death
The nausea breeds on my fear
Calling to the victims of fate
The dead cannot answer my calls
My body falls to the depths
And darkness has engraved my mind...
No visions or solution
Gagged for air, deeper below I sink...
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.