Existence Out of Mind

I'm scared I'm scared No music is here This is where lives have played Played out the last laugh Played out a last cry You can see it their cold eyes You can hear it in their silent cries That taste in the stale air of lost love and lost lives Fading Images of good times Sharp Images of bad times Smothered in lost dreams Echoes of sorrowful screams Spirit's running scared, soul's running blind What's left here is existence - existence out of mind... I'm scared I'm scared.