How can you stand there  like a weakening fire  awaiting the final end?  If you consider  still hanging in there  You will wither  in each and in every way    How can you stand it?  Say can you mend it?  Don't you pretend that  the world is a better place?  If you're in denial  life is worth while  You can rely on  there's comfort in exit ways    In a manica the reaper comes around  And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground  Some deranged and some devour  to haunt me down in my darkest hour  Yet another mind of the Devil's design    When we gather our frail souls beyond our persistence  When we cope for our lives with fantasy  When we cover our eyes and mourn our loss of existence  When we falter, deprived and out of dreams    Do you see there are times?  to read in the lines?  And trust me you will find  the things that you know  will hurt you so  You can't deny that anymore,  you can deny that no more!