The Worst Is Yet To Come

A pale reflectionStares back at meI do not recognize that faceYou're just a ghostYou're just a ghostHow could I expect youTo be dead?My thoughts are suicidalAlone I breakI'm turning into fictionYou are my brideYour eyes will curse meOnce againNothing will ever changeYou hold my fateIn your handsI can't escape these arms of sorrowMy thoughts are suicidalAlone I breakI'm turning into fictionYou are my brideBring me the endless nightAnd let me sleep foreverI pray I do not dream of youI need no demon to hold my handBring me the endless nightAnd let me sleep foreverI pray I do not dream of youI need no demon to hold my hand[Solo - Martin]My thoughts are suicidalAlone I breakI'm turning into fictionYou are my brideKnowing the worst has yet to comeI celebrate with my sufferingKnowing the worst has yet to comeI celebrate with my sufferingI am in pieces