Down they come, the swarm of locusts Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Young and old, suffer unto the locust Descending down Sweet caress grazes

Into the arms of sorrow Deeper I'm falling Follow me down Blindly descending The echoes of my voice The shadows I cast There must be serenity Imprisoned, inside this mind Hiding behind the empty smiles

I am not alone Not beaten down just yet I am not afraid Of the voices in my head And down the darkest road Something follows me This misery loves my company Misery loves my company I don’t need your condescending