The deep black, the bloody arms swing   Suffering from severe dementia   And they thought you were the one   You were the one      Some folks were never meant to last my friend   Some people meet an early end      Things happen when you don't go to sleep   Wide awake in a lucid nightmare   No line between, reality and dreams   The deep black, the bloody arms swing   We cannot know the suffering that you know   And that's why you had to go   That's why you had to go      Some folks were never meant to last my friend   Some people meet an early end   (There's no pulse!)   Don't even bother trying to find a pulse