Over another moon
Through the silent night
Our bodies lead
Our tortured souls follow
We creep through life
We travel in groups
On one single dead-end road
In a one way direction
And those who choose to leave the path
Feel their tortured souls whither and die
Our tortured souls continue to follow
Being wounded but never healed
The path seems more silent than before
Silence feeds the tortured soul
Through the night
The silence seems more silent
The nights seem longer than days
The sun fails to rise
But still through the silent night
Our bodies lead
And our tortured souls follow
On the one way dead-end road
Which we call "Life"
