No matter how much light
There is, or there is not.
The Shadows, they will hurt you.
The battle must be fought.

I know the Shadows very well,
I've seen their hated pain.
I've blindly tried to run way,
But they'll always find me again.

The Shadows, they surround you,
Before they take your soul.
Their rhythm pulses strangely,
And then they're in control.

The music of their darkness,
And their passion is all around me.
I didn't want to fight but let the song
They sang astound me.

I tried to raise my chorus,
To escape from their voice.
Their pain became my own.
I never had a choice.

The Shadows have their depths,
Their epitome of hell.
You fall and keep on falling.
I know it all too well.

When you reach the bottom,
A friend's face may appear,
Saying "This isn't quite hell, but
The view is great from here."

The only escape you'll find
Is in the comforts of your sleep.
But the Shadows make you dream,
And the nightmares, you will keep.

Climb the walls the Shadows build,
But this may drive you insane.
The rock bottom that's beneath you
Is as addictive as cocaine.

No one lowers a rope to you,
If they did, you would decline.
But you must escape, you have to leave...
... the hell you're in is mine.