Paroles de Part III - Counting Hours

Never felt such emptiness Never been so alone Always been by myself in this world Down deep down at the bottom At this endlessly dark pit Shaped with my bleeding fingers Torn apart, die trying getting out of this All the tears and blood was shed in vain Now crawling even deeper down Deeper down than I ever thought possible Left sleepless where days do not exist Only weeks and months of everlasting night Counting the hours For an end to come