I feel hatred and anger, stuck up inside
alone with myself and ready to die
as the darkness comes down, I want to hide
day after day I hope I'll say goodbye.

My tounge is to dry, my hands are to weak
all I can sense is this pain that I feel
my sight goes blood red, I'm to weakened to speak
sadly I pray, on both my knees kneel.

'Thank you, my God, for the day I will die
danger and hurt won't be stuck up inside
thank you, the day when I don't have to cry
'til then, all I'll do is crawl inside and hide.'

And inside my soul I'm stuck every day
staying inside for as long as I must
last words from my lips will be these words I say:
'Love's all that matters, love, yes, and trust.'