Dĺžka piesne: 03:48
As in a cellar; I look upon four dark walls. While the sun smiles to others, but me. Waterdrops penetrate the ceiling; giving back to me, the semblance I used to have. Madness� Dream or truth? Fascinating it was; yet I was given another impression. Unlike this one. Please give me a hand, because it was damnation who brought me here. The bricks turn to dirt, as the ceiling seems to be a bed of holcus lanatus. You are stale� Have you buried what we have sworn to eachother? I�m your blood. And you, yes you� You are my thought! Come and free me from this garden of pain. Grab a shovel and dig me out! Don�t leave me here�