Come, Take My Hand
  Let Us Walk For A While
  Your burden of pain
  Replaced with a smile
  
  For The Peddlers Of Death
  Come Calling One More Time
  Bearing promises
  
  So called friends running loose
  Draining you whole
  'Til you're of no use
  Letting go of what you need most
  Early Wish
  Early grave
  Early ghost