Tracing the lines, for a portrait I'll throw away
Every leaf on the vine made of hope has long decayed
Deep in this valley, huddled here in shadows of disdain
Still you call out to me, but I tell myself that I can't reach
In this night with no moon
Brood of vipers in the palace
Lift up there statures
Know all the answers
You've told me before
Your depression is just sadness
Get over your malice
Drink from this chalice
Demons be gone
You will never understand this emptiness I feel
And yes I am smiling, but it's just to conceal
Doesn't anybody care, or are they pretending
This pain is never-ending in this night with no moon