Casket a time of grief is a time of remembrance. suffer from the loss of a loved one. final rest, a place deepened now in sorrow. a decade of rosary may now be cited. how could this dead soul trace its past? and uncover up the casket? face his own casket. i have no idea what you're thinking. wonder if you care. unbearable mornings, unveiled by the dawn's early light. this is the unforgiving hour. that claims my life Something About A Ghost please stop screaming. i heard you sing something about a ghost. when i return to solitude addressing the apologies. these hands tied by a jacket produced by my own fears (you'll never know what its like). it's going to be okay, alright. how could you excuse the abuse? it's okay, it's alright. you've learned to live and then let it forget. it's alright, it's okay. his parents found him dead in a parking lot. you'd hit when you knew. my dad wasn't coming home. how could you excuse the abuse? Traction And Temperature (instrumental) Westpoint you kept me from shaking last night. wipe the cold sweat from these hands. sorry i lost sight of what i was sent to do. couldn't escape no matter how many times i've tried to do in the past. your arms, your eyes. they are like the tides we know. pull me in and push the moments aside. you don't make much sense. you're too tired of trying. i don't need you or this. it's so complicated. doesn't make much sense. to carry this out. could you forgive the way i left you? you said "i'm getting used to it, by now your apologies don't mean shit". whisper. screaming