Your Own Hell

Not birds flying free
Not clouds in the sky
Not the water or the flow
Not the river, I'm its side
Been formed this way
Been flooded then left alone
I'm the things you're too weak to hold
I'm the wreckage and the stones

And I don't reflect the sun
It's only the moon and stars shine bright on this side
Whenever you return
Wait for you here
Whenever you return
I'm gonna hold your hand
I'm gonna guide you through your own hell

These piles of bones
Breaking the light
Like zoetropes recall all you tried to hide
Your childhood dreams
Your wasted time
Your bones will be washed away with the tide

And I don't reflect the sun
It's only the moon and stars shine bright on this side
Whenever you return
Wait for you here
Whenever you return
I'm gonna hold your hand
I'm gonna guide you through your own hell
I'm gonna hold your hand
I'm gonna guide you through your own hell

Whenever you return
Whenever you return
Whenever you return
Whenever you return