The Sun above can’t bring me down Even if the day had just begun I hope the night comes soon My interest is best for you I passed out from the shock Awoken far too late His face had vanished out But he left a subtle trace I followed tracks outside Led to a muddy knoll The atmosphere was thin And I was feeling sick I knew I shouldn’t have come This place, it reeks of stench He said he could cure her plague If I drank the wine he gave It didn’t make any sense How could he have even known? Why was he willing to help? What was in it for him? I feel it coming back Does it matter if I even had? I feel it coming back Doesn’t matter if I even had