Sickroom Bed

Feels like murky water
Down my throat
The depressive feeling
Of a sinking boat
Blurry visions
Blind my sights
Anger and pain
Which evil delights

Alone, in my room
Inside, four corners only gloom
Alone, in my room
Inside, four corners only doom

Feels like murky water
Down my throat
The depressive feeling
Of a sinking boat
Blurry visions
Blind my sights
Anger and pain
Which evil delights

Love is a lottery
Love is a lottery

Love is a lottery
It does bring harmony
Or brings misery
When triple 7 doesn't show
Your sickroom bed is here, to moan
To let all of your tears flow
Cherish itself will never show

How to live alone
When we're used to be only one
How to live alone
When we've got bonds undone
How to live alone
When modern times
Don't fix our hearts
How to live alone
When this love, just tear us apart

I am restrained
In my darkest prison
Paying for some things
I have never done
But why, should it be this way
Laying in my sickroom bed
Every memory, kills me