2 'o clock, the basement doom shift
Afternoon and you dig in the black ditch
Comatose, turned off the lightswitch
Collector of grief, full scale deathwish
Everyday, a grey and sad day
I dip my love in soul pain
And still looking for things to detest
Beware of the love that you'll regret
And I'm sitting here with my arms around me, arms around me
I'm a bit surprised that you haven't found me
On top of mount failure, damned and ignored
I nurse the depressions... I know what I've lost
Anti-social process, with razors in the closet
On a suicidal mission, whatever the cost
The Lord of grief... there's no relief
The Lord of grief...
Man of shadows
The clouds bear your name
And your thought fade to grey...
With the days
In shadow
The dark is the same
But it's a whole different day for the
Man of shadows...