My days are filled with visions of your face.
I seek out the dark for the sweet escape of sleep.
It is a venture short lived.
For even in my dreams, you haunt my heart.
I'm so lost without you.
I'll survive, but I don't want to.
Dig a hole down in the dirt.
Have the preacher say some words.
Let the angles take my demons when I die.
- Aaron Lewis