2 'o clock, the basement doom shift
Afternoon and you dig in the black ditch
Comatose, turned off the light switch
Collector of grief, full-scale death-wish

Every day, a grey and sad day
I dip my love in soul pain
And still looking for things to detest
Beware of the love that you'll regret
And I'm sitting here with my arms around me, arms around me
I am a bit surprised that you haven't found me

On top of mount failure, damned and ignored
I nurse the depressions, I know what I've lost
Anti-social process, with razors in the closet
On a suicidal mission, whatever the cost

The Lord of grief, there's no relief
The Lord of grief
Man of shadows
The clouds bear your name and your thought fade to grey
With the days in shadow
The dark is the same, but's a whole different day
For a man of shadows
The clouds bear your name and your thought fade to grey
With days in shadow
The dark is the same, but's a whole different day
For a man of shadows

In shadows
Of shadows
In shadows