A million things going through my mind.
Are all my hopes just making me blind.
There is a hole that I can't fill.
My plane of existence is remaining still.
The point of it all, I don't know why.
The voice in my soul is making me try.
I know not, this powerful source.
I just want to end my present course.
Perhaps it's something far above.
Trying in vain to teach me love.
What it is, I cannot tell.
Maybe it's coming strait from hell.
Over joyed to see me in pain.
To see how long I can keep sane.
That place to dwell, it is my doom.
Forever living in the burning room.