Bless my tortured soul, it knows the truth.

It's been down this path before,

It knows the symptoms, it knows to run.

But it can't, it's feet are too heavy

The mud of promise and hope is too thick

Trying to escape too painful

But sinking is so much worse, yet it's prefarable

Curse my deluded heart, it craves affection.

Resurrected from the deepest grave

Having known the blackest darkness...