I'm making my way, solo, through a tunnel
It's dark and empty and lonely ahead
I'm making my way, solo, through a tunnel
The ground is wet and the air is dead
Behind me is a world of regret
There's pain and sorrow and confusion layed thick
And the ghosts of things I long to forget
All spinning in circles, sharp and quick
I'm making my way, solo, through a tunnel
I cannot see the things that I pass
I'm making my way, solo, through a tunnel
My feet are ripped by shards of glass
It's dangerously quiet all around me
But I can't hear the silence cause I'm screaming inside
How much longer can this tunnel be?
And what evils are using these shadows to hide?
I'm making my way, solo, through a tunnel
With the echoes of things yet to be
I feel like I am standing still
Although I'm sure I'm headed for the door
The dark is sharp enough to kill
And suddenly, I can move no more.
