everybody’s gone; i’ll rot in my head alone
walking a desolated path, my life
all lips have been sewn
this is my life, with the never ringing phone
lonely, wishing for someone to call
everybody’s gone; i’ll rot in my head alone
a friend, a companion, is something i’ve never known
ambulating through the silence until the end
all lips have been sewn
and in the end, the silence remains as the tone
tormenting me for eternity
everybody’s gone; i’ll rot in my head alone
waking up with the sun that never shone
bringing life to my dead soul
all lips have been sewn
like this i live my life, completely alone
the days pass, leaving nothing but a solitary soul
everybody’s gone; ill rot in my head alone
all lips have been sewn