Unfulfilled dreams, unfulfilled desire But if you seem to find peace Then come and find me again See the future is pitch black But these feet of mine have Walked to hell and back Unfulfilled dreams, unfulfilled desire But if you seem to find peace Then come and find me again But there's a place on the mirror you replaced I consider it broken In the eyes on the head of your face You look dead, I'm not joking As your mind goes cold and Misery unfolds unspoken There's no fun to be had you are done So what you provoking?