Seeing it now, when we met I was a stone I wanted to be alone Placing flowers at the foot Of graves Of friends I tried to save They've gone away Now I'm a slave to this promise Dumb or brave, either way I'm a slave to this Saying hello to this sloppy pen again Got stuff to figure out Though I feel that something lost That every memory Every thought I try to save Has gone away Now I'm a slave to this promise Dumb or brave, either way I'm a slave to this I'm going to live my life like I'm dying Not just thinking about why, I am well aware I'm dying An island, the idea is enticing No sin or crime to taint my eyes Dirty my morals Noone but myself Noone to fear, then... ...peace and quiet...but why?