I was born and raised
Not the ideal son
Simply life’s caesarian
A scar that’s left to heal
The end’s the only way
I’d learned how all move on
But if nothing’s really there
It’s haunting me

Is this all I’ll be
Old, alone, cold and scared
Is this all I am?
Haunt me

Torn from the skin
Of a woman without sin
Only left to be
This hollow shell
And if death is not the end?
I’ll be with her again
With nothing left to see
It’s haunting me!

Is this all I’ll be
Old, alone, cold and scared
Is this all am?
Haunt me, haunt me
It’s haunting me!

Harmony Solo: Coull & Skene

Is this all I’ll be
Old, alone?
Is this all am?
Haunt me, haunt me
It’s haunting me!