Lyrics: Quarter Inch Jack. Wretched.

I spent some time just thinking
About the things you're feeling
Bitter tears from cold eyes
Take some time to realize

In the white of your eyes I see myself
Dragging your precious soul straight to hell
Deep within my mind that's where you hide
Rid myself of all this wretched pride

A selfless image on a tree
Conquered death, no more to bleed
If you die before I wake
Who will come your soul to take