On this lonely road,
on this lonely road to who knows where,
on this road to where many do not go,
how many terrible disturbances in modern society there are of the soul,
that disturb your mind,
and that disrupt your flow,
on this lonely road,
on this lonely road to where many do not go,
what dark times drive you out of your mind,
and to the edge of the precipice,
and to the point where you are ready to commit suicide,
bewildering your loved ones and friends with your unknown uhappinness who you kept it hidden from,
oh, the devilry and the torments of the soul,
oh, the anguish,
the frustration and the pain that wrecks the brain,
and that shatters the heart,
and that leaves you in a black hole,
a black hole much deeper than you could ever wish to know.