Hello old friend. It's nice to see you again.
You've been here before, so open the door.
Come on inside. I cannot hide from you....

Bury me by the light, let me rot away.
You judge me but I am right and this is the price I pay.

Cold black hands around my neck.
Tightening slow as if to draw out the pain.
Bring me back and bring me home.
Show me the me that I used to know.
What beast am I? What cruel fate is this,
that these cold black hands are my own?