Sleepwalking in life, sleepwalking in death Just a shadow among the living A hope once lost, rekindled again I am who I am, not who you think I am I have found myself in a tomb, vapid and bleak My wings are bound behind me, my resolve has become weak Lying before me my heart is locked in a box pounding to escape Before the blood starts to clot I am who I am, not who you think I am Gripped by deceit and mental confusion A torrent of tears floods down my face Pooled at my feet my anguish is swimming I drink of my sorrow; I savor my disgrace Peering into the water I am forced to see My chilling reflection staring inside of me