2 'o clock, the basement doom shift Afternoon and you dig in the black ditch Comatose, turned off the lightswitch Collector of grief, full scale deathwish Everyday, 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'm 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 it's a whole different day for the Man of shadows...