when it gets dark and gloomy
and the flowers are dead but bloomy
the lost souls are flying
and the dead kids are dying

when you seek what you've hidden
all the things are forbidden
walk the way
mark the way
you have lost your way

it was cold and frigid
and my path was rigid
all the wrong things are revealed
and my scars were healed

walk with us lost souls
for we shall become one
our love will never die
and we are free when we fly

lost souls
hear us
lost souls
feel us
lost souls
seek us
our whispers will save us