LOST IN THOUGHT, RECOUNTING THE COST WHEN SANITY BECAME ASKEW WHEN TURNING THE PAGES OF LIFE. CONCENTRATED ON KILLING THE SORROW THAT TEARS US IN TWO A FADED MEMORY OF WHAT USED TO BE. THE BURDEN AND THE NOOSE. JUST CUT ME LOOSE IT CAN'T BE MISTAKEN, THE SPIRIT IS VACANT. WHEN HOPE FOR TOMORROW IS NOWHERE IN VIEW LIVING SO CLOSE TO A WEAKNESS, THAT CONTINUES TO KEEP YOU HELD DOWN HEAR THE SOUND OF THE VOICE THAT IS SCREAMING. WHAT'S LOST IS NOW FOUND GHOSTS OF THE PAST NO LONGER TORMENT ME I RELEASE THE ANGUISH A FADED MEMORY OF WHAT USED TO BE. THE BURDEN AND THE NOOSE. BEGGING YOU TO CUT ME LOOSE